Tits on the pole before exposing the hole

It took Amanda awhile to regain control and resume, during which time she stood and quivered, the audience feasting on the site of her big, scratched-up tits. Red as the marks were only one sideways slash was deep enough that it might require a stitch, though several of them had thorns snapped off in them.

The golden pole behind her seemed to beckon, and she turned toward it with relief, happy to turn her sore, abused breasts from their hungry, approving gaze.

A sigh escaped her as the cool metal soothed the scratches adorning her. She rubbed from side to side, pressing the in.

The cheers of the crowd came down from the heights of a roman colliseum to a more normal level, the change of action prompting a new drink for some, or a chance to make sure the wife hadn't called for others. Nice as it was to see her drop the shirt and tit-fuck the pole the pain-slut act was hotter.

"C'mon! Tit fuck it harder!" "Let us see!" voices yelled, and she wiggled her ass at them, then stepped around the pole. "Mash 'em!" they cried, so she did. She didn't care, the metal felt nice, though it stung a bit, especially as she moved down.

"Crotch-level," one of the strippers murmered. "Dangerous territory, that's where all the genital warts rub."

The other girls snickered, one of them adding, "I'm pretty sure one of the amateurs was leaking yellow stuff."

"Nah, she'd just done 3 guys in the back to get prepared."

"That was a different girl. This was the girl with that weird mole or wart or whatever beside he clit."

"Ohhhh," they nodded, remembering, shuddering. A crotch shouldn't have warts or sores or weird moles.

"Come on over," the man with the fist-full of money called, and after squashing her tits like she'd make orange juice from them she crawled over to him, her breasts bouncing nicely, though she wished they wouldn't.

She straightened to her knees before she got to the guy, and 'presented' herself, rolling her pelvis toward him as the audience quieted.

"Do me," she purred, right at a lull, carrying clear across the room.

"Hell yeah, I'll bang you so hard you won't walk for a week," he promised, and reached for the rose. "You want it?" he asked.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, pushing her crotch towards him. When the guys snickered she realized that he might've meant something other than him pulling on the rose and panties.