Amanda's the special stage-show for the club

"Well well well, if it ain't our eager little princess," a man said, and she turned to squint at a slightly fuzzy form, unable to make out his features as everything in the room became fuzzier by the second.

"Ah, **** taking hold, huh? I can't decide if you somehow remember us and get off on it all, or if your friends truly hate you and love seeing you used. Whatever, today's the twelfth time, so of course we're gonna make it twelve times as fun as the first time. Now doll, follow me. Yo! Cameras on!"

Amanda walked behind the blurry form, not really registering what was being said or done around her. The noise level grew as she walked, but her mind was only dimly aware, just as it was the last eleven times that she didn't recall afterward.

"Ladies and gentleman! Let's give it up for our latest volunteer, a frequent visitor to our stage. On her very special twelfth visit, give it up for Amanda!"

"Go knock 'em dead, Mandy-girl," the voice whispered, and pushed her passed a curtain into a brightly lit area. The sound here was intense, full of cheering and vulgar things being yelled.

"In honor of her being our first twelve-time visitor, Amanda here's going to be going the extra mile this time. Instead of simply giving you twelve opportunities, we're going to give you a special deal tonight. Twelve opportunities for an audience member to come on-stage and spend up to twelve minutes with Amanda. Times that by one for each hole, so that gives thirty-six of you a chance to do what you want to her. Standard rules apply, of course. No permanent damage or marks, you will be supervised and possibly stopped. But when has Amanda ever objected to anything?"

Cheers filled Amanda's ****-addled brain, strongest among them her three friends, who watched from front-row seats, eager to see what would happen to their 'dear' friend Amanda.