Her helper turns out to be a sadist

Flexing his fingers like he was a magician about to magic her unpleasant looking assistant reached towards her panties.

"Money first!" she exclaimed, slamming her thighs shut with a hearty wince.

Sighing theatrically he picked up the wad of cash, he spoke in an equally theatrical voice that carried clearly across the room. "I forgot, hookers like to be paid up front. I guess you really want me to blow my wad on you."

Amanda nodded vigorously, spreading her legs wide, her eagerness making the guys laugh.

He smacked his hand down on her thigh to push it into the floor. She yelped, and winced with every bill he shoved into her money-holder.

"I know that guy," Alice the stripper said sourly to her sisters. "He's the cheap one that likes to twist your nipples." The rest nodded.

Amanda tried to smile without looking greedy, and leaned back on her elbows as her stockings were stuffed. Too bad she didn't see that it was one-dollar bills he was using to jam at the rose in her thigh. He had twenty of them, and used them to batter the rose-stem first to the left, then up, then to the right, then down, and kept trying to make it move.

Amanda hid the constant wince with a smile that said she was having a great time. When he finally stopped, she grinned hugely, at least until he said, "There!" and heartily slapped a two-dollar tip onto the rose. Luckily for him his hand missed the long thorn that protruded, but it pierced the dollar bill easily as she shuddered under it, back arching and eyes scrunching shut.

"Hey, she's having another orgasm!" the guy yelled.

"Fucker," Alice murmered, feeling a little sympathy for Amanda.

"Let's give the guys clear access to your cunt," the man said with a chuckle. Amanda brough her face back up with a shudder and glared through the increasingly ruined mask of her makeup.

Ignoring her angry look he reached for the rose as she pulled up the waistband and sucked in her tight tummy. He gave an experimental upward tug, making her wince as she felt a stabbing in her clit. Giving a harder tug, with a number of thorns conveniently pressed up against her lower abdomen he gave a hard yank.

"Ow!"

"Oops," he said innocently, eying several fresh scratches on the skin above her pussy. "Hey, the stem's free! See?" he shook it back and forth. Amanda respond my letting go of the waistband to give him a smack, her terrible timing snapping the waistband down on the stem and a thorn beneath, but the resulting pain snapped her back to her senses.

Hitting the customer = bad.