First a prop gift from the girls to set the mood of her performance

"Rose!" the elder girl cried suddenly, making them all pause and stare. She huffed, walking over to one of the tables and plucking out a beautiful red rose lined by big deadly-looking thorns.

"Hey, that's mine!" one girl protested. Amanda grudgingly recalled that her name was Alice. The older girl she now remembered as Bethany shrugged. Amanda hadn't wanted to remember the names of the likes of them. It was too much like becoming one of them.

"Everyone needs a prop," she smiled, a little disturbingly. A pretty schoolgirl like you should have a rose. Treat it like your lover..."

Like her lover? Or like her lover gave it to her? Whatever, Amanda thought, taking it from her reluctantly.

"Put it in your mouth," Bethany advised.

Amanda's lips twisted sourly, but Bethany was the expert on whoring so she stuck it in, figuring the woman thought she should look like she had a rose for a mouth.

"'ow's tha... ow!" she yelped, and again.

"Not like that, silly," Alice giggled, yanking it out, making Amanda yelp again. She tasted blood from her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

"Sideways, between your teeth," Alice told her, and reluctantly Amanda opened her mouth, nervously letting Alice position the rose carefully. Her lips settled around it.

"Work it into as much of your act as you can, try to keep it to the very end. Remember, it's supposed to be a token from your lover," Bethany advised, and the girls gave her one last hefty thud on the back, making her wince and yelp, tasting a little more blood on the damn thorns.

"How do you think she'll do?"Alice asked after Amanda walked out.

Bethany shrugged. "A hundred bucks says she spends 90% of the act making out with the pole."

The girls laughed. "No bet," said one, echoing the sentiments of the others. "Did you really give her Typhoid Mary's costume? I'd never have been able to even touch the germ-infested thing."

Bethany shrugged again. "Let's see how the Mynx does."