She doesn't get a chance to check

In her never-ending quest to tease her customers, fleece them of her money, get her money off, and stop flaying herself alive Amanda forgot one key element: the dance ends and then you leave the stage.

Now that it she'd collected her due, screamed at one last **** and run to the safety of the pole she stood by it scratched and bloody and sore. But rich, she reminded herself. She had money on the floor at the back of the stage, and she had money up the whazoo. Literally. Asshole too, just waiting to be pulled out. First, though, she reached down to where her last two customers had enthusiastically buried their money using roses.

"After an enthusiastic performance by our newest golden girl, Mandy the pain-loving Minx, let's give it up for our smallest stripper, continuing the theme and assisted by Mandy, Alice the ****-driver!"

"What?" Amanda asked, straightening, as if the announcer would answer. A blazing pain exploded across Amanda's buttocks, and she yelped as the crowd cheered.

"Play along!" a voice hissed in her ear. "You didn't get off the stage quick enough, so they had to make it look like part of the plan.

"What?" she asked again, stiffening as a body sinuously rubbed against her back. She felt a cool material of some sort rubbing against her, and two small leather-clad arms reached around, long talon-like fingernails at their ends.

"Shh," the voice hissed, and the nails stroked over her breasts. Amanda had never been into girls, never felt even the slightest arousal for them, which wasn't surprising when you considered that she didn't feel much arousal for anything. "I have to make you part of my act now. Don't worry, you'll get a share of the money."

At the thought of money Amanda pasted a happy smile on her face.

The hands on her breasts took up position at her nipples, rubbing them, teasing them until they were as erect as they were going to get.

"Don't scream," the voice said, and then the long nails squeezed so hard it felt like they'd crushed her nipples. Worse, it felt like their nails had pierced her nipples. Amanda wasn't far off as her leather-clad dominatrix had taken a pair of thorns from a rose and carefully conveyed them onstage with her before finally using her nails to abruptly squish them into Amanda's thick nipples.

It was just another part of the strippers' ongoing plans of pain for Amanda and the girl never got to see why her nipples felt like they did, as the next moment she was pushed into the pole, and after that she was dominated for four minutes by a short, thin, whip-wielding maniac, who expertly guided the whip to whereever she wanted Amanda marked. Nipples, clit, cunt, belly, back, thighs, even her asshole and lip and eyebrow were all hit, though the last was an intentional 'accident'. The roses were battered by the end from the close-strikes, but nowhere near as much as Amanda.

The 'close-call' signalled the end of whipping, and though Alice dearly wanted to rip the roses from Amanda's cunt she had to settle for rough manhandling with stick-on nails filed to an edge. Those nails left bruises and gouges on Amanda's tits, face, ass and cunt, paying particular attention to embedded thorns She was kind enough to eventually pry out all but the ones embedded in her nipples and clit. Those she pushed deeper. The others she freed, letting the girl bleed a little before telling her to make love to the pole.

Amanda gave an eager performance, though it was more eagerness to avoid being whipped that made her rub her sweaty body along the golden pole. Amanda humped and rubbed her scratches, cuts and little thorn-wounds as hard and thoroughly as she could against that pole, scrubbing it clean for the first time in years.

When the dance finally ended Alice was almost as naked as Amanda, who by then was tied by the whip to the pole and by order sucking and licking its length, even Amanda had to admit that hurt as it might have, the dance was insanely profitable, as Alice, in garters and panties, found as she collected by the edge of the stage.

Unfortunately, Alice then forgot to untie her hands before leaving the stage.