Not as the audience expects

Amanda blinked at the cheers, smiling widely, pink teeth and all, ignoring how it pulled on the thorn-cuts in her mouth.

Giving the pole one more extra-juicy kiss she gave the room a side profile, reaching up to lift her air,arching her chest into the pole with a wince at the thorns, and jabbed her ass out. They all knew the skirt had to come off. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra so she couldn't take that off first. Logically they knew it had to be the little plaid skirt.

She gyrated madly against that pole, making that skirt sway and jump enough to reveal bits of her ass. Deciding she'd been wicked enough and that it was time to get that damn rose out from between her tits she took hold of the rose-head, the only part sticking out of her cleavage, and yanked about six inches of thorns between the tight tunnel of titflesh. Her teeth bit through her lip to keep her from crying out, and she blinked furiously, holding the rose below its head as she lowered it.

Using those same thorns that had cut her breasts she raised the skirt, drawing a grudging shrug of approval from the strippers. The audience's eyes blazed at the first real site of panties, willing the skirt to now disappear so they could get down to the business of seeing her prance around in her underwear.

Instead she rubbed the rose between her legs. The thorns with droplets of her blood rubbed and caught against the panties. With an evil smile she changed her mind, instead threading the rose under them. The stem actually felt fine against her sex, not a single thorn daring to bite her here, and she decided they must have broken off in the panties.

So thinking she pushed it through until the head of the rose was the only part sticking out, covering the place her pubic patch would be if she hadn't splurged on electrolysis.

The men stared at the unexpected move, but knowing that now she would take off the skirt, then the blouse, then the panties, and then they'd stick dollar bills in her garters. The garter with the gold ribbon if they intended to fuck her, and the regular one if they didn't.

It was a nice little system the club had come up with to advertise which girls were available, but Amanda ruined it when she started pulling them with a sinuous twisting of legs and hips that let her roll them down while at the same time making her reconsider whether the thorns had been declawed.

The clenching of her legs started the pricking, and each rotation and twist gouged her a little but she kept on, knowing she had to keep giving the boys a good performance if she wanted to make a thousand tonight. She was crouched with the garters down below her knees when a problem occurred to her. Two problems, actually. The first was that she was wearing heels which had to be removed to get the garters off. The second was that the stockings couldn't be taken off in this pose without looking like an idiot.

The kind of quick thinking she prided herself on made rock back onto her butt there at the edge of the stage so she could lift her legs to her head, giving her the look of a diver as she hugged her legs to her.