Amanda's ushered beyond the Golden Curtain

Stage shows over the strippers who weren't already in the audience streamed out. Bethany put her clothes back on but Britney and Katie propped up Amanda and hustled her towards the golden curtain and the last part of her night.

The two weren't curtain-regulars, and when some guys got the wrong idea a couple of bouncers corrected their impression.

Behind the curtain, unlike in many clubs, was an area where you went to entertain the guests anyway they wanted. Anyway at all.

With her hands still cuffed behind her back and halfway delirious from the finale Amanda didn't protest being mostly dragged. She wasn't thinking about what they were doing, just about moving because someone wanted her too and she didn't want to get stuck on the stage for yet another performance.

"So how do we position her?" Britney asked. Katie shrugged, looking at their options for furniture. The backroom had a large round bed and a number of couches. Some booths were off along the sides for those who were shy, and thick rugs lined the floor. Pillows seemed to be everywhere.

"Let's take her over there," Katie said, pointing to a corner with an orange shaggy rug and a giant beanbag chair. "That way I won't care when they burn whatever she's touched."

"As long as it's not us!" Britney exclaimed, and Katie rolled her eyes.

Men's voices greeted them as they turned from their disposed of burden and they saw Bethany and a bouncer entering with three men. The two girls shuddered, recognizing the three as being 'Mary-Regulars'. They never got intimate with any of the patrons, except for lap-dances, but if they did they would avoid these ones like the plague.

"There she is, gentlemen," Bethany was saying as the group stopped by the bound teenager, who was struggling against the beans in the bag to sit up. "You can fuck her but don't hurt her."

"Aw."

Bethany glared, adding, "This time."

"What about the batons?" one asked, and Bethany grimaced, putting a leather boot against Amanda and grabbing each of the billy clubs. They came out with a pop as Amanda squealed, their surfaces mildly slick.

"Time to throw these away," Bethany muttered.

"Hey, she's got stuff in her?" another guy complained.

Bethany shrugged. "Don't take it. Otherwise, deal with it." When the guy glared she glared harder, cowing him. "If you don't want to have a go with her you don't have to," she said sweetly. "But you won't get your money back."

The man grumbled, but Katie and Britney didn't stick around. They didn't like being behind the curtain, and they didn't particularly want to see the bitch getting screwed either.

Bethany followed at a more sedate pace, the bouncer following.

"Think I should watch them?" he asked, looking back at the already naked men and the horrified girl.

Bethany considered it but shook her head, "Look in on them, Oscar, but I don't think they'll do anything. Or last long. Let me know when they're done, though. We'll have one final task after they're done."

"Huh. Sounds intriguing."

"And fun," Bethany grinned.