The bright idea's pretty dim, but bright compared to the next

Amanda backed away, faltering a little from the fresh pain in her leg, but gamely danced back towards the pole. No way was she going to twirl around that thing just now, but she could get close to it to give it a wide-legged humping.

She gave the crowd her best fuck-me look, unaware of the tiny streaks of blood that had dripped from her cheeks and mouth, or the long streaks of mascara that dripped from her eyes. The audience seemed to eat it up, especially when her eyes went wide and then scrunched up in pain as she first humped the very end of the rose hard against her clit, and the clamped both legs around the pole with a vengeance. The whitening of her face made the streaks stand out vividly.

"Holy shit, I think she came!" some idiot yelled in the audience, and she shuddered in pain and revulsion. Word of the orgasm became fact and spread like fire. She blinked as she opened her eyes, tremulously smiling as another string of mascara leaked down her face. At least they're applauding, she thought.

An idea popped into her head and she lifted her skirt, swaying it from side-to-side. Her red lacey panties came into view, and above it the line of the rose's stem pointed downward, ending under the low-cut lacey material, creating a bulge in her crotch. Tiny lines from the thorns on her skin were invisible to the audience, but itched slightly.

The next part of the plan was to pull her skirt from her stomach far enough to manipulate the rose. She hadn't counted on it being elastic waisted and tight. If she'd taken a closer look she'd have noticed a button on the side, but instead she pulled out the elastic, and by sucking in her tummy was just barely able to push the rose down.

The plan was to use the rose to push down the panties, but it was thwarted by the stubborn thorns and material of the panties; it was like putting a burr on velcro, and made her wish for a third hand. Which made her realize she had a whole crowd of them.

"Who wants to give me a hand?" she asked, trying for seductive. It was good enough for them, and men started waving money and yelling. She zoomed in on giant fat guy waving a thick handful of cash. At the moment she didn't care how repulsive he was as long as he helped get this ordeal over with and gave her all that.

"Take the shirt off first!" he yelled, mimicking pulling it wide.

She glared, but eyed the money, comparing it to the others around him. No one else came close to the fat bundle so she sashayed over to him, easing the rosehead back up over the band of her skirt.

"You ready?" she asked, and the crowd roared "Yes!" "Do you want it slow?" she cooed. "No!"

Smiling wide she took hold of the tied off shirt tails, slipped the knot undone, then grabbed each side, slipping a few fingers in beside it. The trick was going to be slipping the rose out gently while ripping the shirt to the side.

Of course, simply removing the rose or letting it drop would've been smarter, but no one ever accused her of being brainy.

When Amanda screamed the crowd roared. Two big blobs of mascara trickled down her cheeks while a small blob of blood trickled down her stomach, originating from the cat-like slashes adorning her pretty tits.