For now... but he'll be eying her bush for later

Smiling was the natural response to their applause, and she did, ignoring the ache in her cheek and the thorns that lay on her tongue. If she didn't move her mouth much it would be just fine.

Realizing she was in the perfect position to remove the shoes she dropped to her knees, and as a distraction put a hand to the bad-tasting rose. She puckered her lips like she was giving it a blowjob, and slowly and carefully tried to pull it out without causing herself damage, trying not to wince when the thorns scraped across her tongue and lips.

With this to distract them she slipped off one heel, then rubbed her hand up to her breast. Knowing the men would like it she squeezed hard, wincing a little and nicking her unbitten cheek with a slight jerk of the rose.

Her nails left red marks that the men wouldn't see until later, but they appreciated the sentiment. She finished jerked the rose out with her right hand, and started inserting it again with her left. The other hand caressed downward, giving the same hard squeeze as the other before trailing down behind her ass to the shoe.

This shoe proved more stubborn, and she stumbled a bit mid-suck. With her tongue so close to the roof of her mouth a pair of thorns hooked into both, the little wounds tearing apart as she automatically opened her mouth.

Having enough of that nonsense she simply pulled out the rose, jerking off the shoe as she did and nipping her lip again.

"She's gonna have little drops of blood everywhere if she keeps this up." one of the strippers remarked. Bethany just shrugged, a happy expression on her face. She couldn't understand why the crowd was loving this, though she figured they didn't have an inkling as to all of what was happening. Still, they were usually a good group, kind to the strippers. It was like the little nicks and furrows the thorns dug had roused their blood lust. She blinked, an idea occuring to her.

"Alice, how many roses did your admirer give you?"