One last performance

With Alice finished it was Bethany'd turn. She was the eldest of the strippers, and the most accomplished, but not really the one they wanted to see naked the most. Though her body was fair, and surgery had propped up the fading bits, there was no way to restore youth to an older body and she knew it. Her years as a stripper were running out and each year it became harder to welcome new faces because they just reminded her of how much older they were.

Then there were the stuck-up ones like Amanda, who went out of their way to make everyone know they didn't matter and weren't as young and pretty and perky as she was.

God how Bethany despised those types now.

With Amanda hissing at Alice about how she forgot to untie her Bethany came on stage in her cop uniform.

"Now on the stage, another strong lady. You all know her, please welcome Bethany the police officer and her assistant, Mandy the pain-loving delinquent Mynx!" the announcer yelled, getting a little carried away with the adjectives.

Bethany strut her stuff, a pair of billy clubs and handcuffs her props for the dance. She immediately went over to Amanda, turning the circular inspection into a dance about a cop and a captured criminal. Playing the bad cop to the hilt as Amanda shied away she'd lunge forward like she was going to hit Amanda, or swipe out with finger nails.

Mindful of Alice's damaging whip Amanda cringed away, ceding all authority to the older stripper.

'Inspection' complete, Alice whipped out the cuffs, did a few interestingly suggestive things with them, and in a deft motion untied Amanda's hands, replacing the bindings with cuffs before the girl could pull away.

Out came the billy club from one hip, thumping heavily against her hand in one moment, then being rubbed tenderly the next. Unbuttoning a few of her shirt's buttons she stroked it between her enhanced breasts as she swayed towards the audience.

An arms-reach away from Amanda she whirled, and lashed the club back at Amanda's face. The girl screamed, the audience gasped, and the billy club smacked into the pole, collapsing upon itself with a click, until Bethany was leaning against a four-inch stub of a billy stick, arching her eye at the audience, who laughed and applauded.

Giving them a smile and Amanda a scowl she went back to being the bad-cop, letting the baton extend again as she rhythmically moved around her 'prisoner', who edged away until she was facing the audience.

Bethany lunged, yanking Amanda forward, inadvertantly banging the girl's nose on the pole as she kicked Amanda's legs out wide.

Looking up at the audience while holding Amanda down with her legs spread wide she slowly reached for the remains of the battered rose that had been jammed into the teen's tight anus.

The audience hushed, and Bethany's hands soothingly stroked Amanda. It was probably a good thing that the girl took it as a good sign and relaxed, for just then Bethany took hold of the stem in her leather cop-gloves, and in one move yanked the thorny stem from the tight cheeks. Amanda shrieked, the crowd's cheers drowning it out, although one guy was loudly commenting to a buddy about orgasms and pain freaks.

Bethany looked out at the audience with the eyes of a thoroughly satisfied woman, and it was enough to bring the few soft dicks in the audience to quivering attention. Especially when she took the baton from her other hip and pressed down on Amanda's heaving shoulders. Scarcely even looking, Bethany made a few theatrical in and out motions with the baton, making it look like the long hard pole was singing into the crying Amanda's butthole.

What they didn't know was that this baton wasn't collapsible, so when it looked like all but the handle was embedded in her battered bunghole it really was.

"Please," Amanda was saying, "Let me go..."

"There there," Bethany said as if she meant it. "You're getting part of the profits, remember? Not long now..."

Amanda grimaced, not really caring that it was nearly done. She was still snivelling when Amanda returned from teasing the audience a minute later with the collapsible baton in her gloved hand. "Buck up, final act," she said, and deftly undid a cuff, whirled Amanda around with dizzying speed, and had her hands cuffed behind her back, but not to the pole. "Lie down, legs spread, butt up," she murmered.

Moaning to herself Amanda closed her eyes and sank down the pole until her buttocks hit the ground. Having forgotten about the club inside her she yelped, much to the audience appreciation. By now they'd figured out that the club had to be inside her to have stayed, but they had no idea just how far deep it had truly gone.

Bethany looked down at her prisoner and stepped between her legs, dragging her toward the end of the stage and the small outcropping. "Butt-up!" she order, and Amanda raised herself, presenting her rose-embedded cunt to the eager crowd.

They had pretty much figured out by now what the finale was going to be, but Amanda was still clueless as ever, and somehow she was completely surprised when Bethany whipped the rose from her pussy and replaced it with the full length of the collapsible baton.

"She orgasmed again!" an audience member yelled, the same one as all the other times.

Bethany looked at him but refrained from shaking her head. She wasn't sure if the guy was an idiot, hopelessly lost in fantasy, or yelling it out deliberately. If it was the latter then she was appreciative.

More dancing couldn't have topped that finale, as far as the crowd was concerned, and Bethany knew it. She stepped over the heaving girl and grabbed her things, not even bothering to stick around for extra 'tips'. She'd gotten enough during her performance, and putting an uppity young bitch so thoroughly in her place would have been enough all on its own.