With a few minor setbacks she succeeds, though the treasures aren't fully displayed yet

At long last Amanda felt free. The stocking was off, the rose was gone, and she was looking forward to taking off her panties for these perverts. It didn't occur to her how wrong that would sound if said aloud.

She took a brief moment to inspect her inner thighs, expecting the roses to have left ribbons of flesh dangling off. Instead she was relieved to see that although there were some gashes they were long but narrow, not even doing more than beading a little. Otherwise there were dark red spots where the thorns had bitten in, but no real damage. She hoped.

Partly for the theatrics and partly because it felt good, Amanda rubbed her wounds against the metal, its cool surface a balm. She passed off the small stabbing sensations as leftover pain from the wounds, not realizing that her rubbing was embedding thorns a little deeper.

Now, however, it was time for her to bare her pussy by removing the panties. She looked around, spotting the two discarded roses at the back, but wondering where the third, which had been discarded earlier from her cleavage, had gone to. At the last moment she saw a rose, possibly even that one, sailing for her face. With a small yelp she slashed at it, knocking it out of the air but knicking her nose and ultimately smacking it into her breast.

"Good catch!" someone yelled, and she gave a smirk, pulling it away from her already abused breast with care.

"Panties!" someone else cried out, stating the obvious. Amanda nodded, savoring the cheer, and moved around the pole to face the audience. She wiggled her bum against the metal for a moment, humping her pussy toward the audience, her mind blank.

At last she remembered how earlier she'd had the rose between the panties and herself and decided that could be a good way to work the rose into the act.

Continuing the humping motion she sniffed the rose, licked a thorn for effect, and lightly scratched it down her body until it reached the rhytmically pumping pelvis.

A moan of feigned pleasure escaped her as the clipped bottom of the stem was tapped across her panties. The difficulties of the stockings fastening like velcro to thorns fresh in her mind, and she used only the rosehead or the end of the stem to poke at herself until she was ready.

Carefully Amanda slipped down the waistband of the panties, leaving a gap between them and her pussy before sliding the rose, bloom-first, between her and her undies. The audience seemed to hold its breath, hoping for an indication of pain, but she managed to knick only the panties and only a little. A small grumble of disappointment made her smirk again, an expression that a few of them were rapidly coming to dislike.

With the audience on her hook she rocked her pelvis and the rose at the same time like a see-saw. The ends would press close to the skin, but not press hard, and for once she seemed to have control of a rose.

Holding the rose steady she pushed away from the pole, holding it in place while twitching her hips as she moved toward the stage, letting the straps of the panties and the scoop of their middle sink a tiny amount at a time. She was near the edge when she twirled away from them, and the rose faced them with enough clearance between her body and the panties for her to actually twirl it. For a long moment she did that, until she accidentally clipped the panties. The stem seemed to bounce, or maybe she jerked it a fraction, but it seemed to rebound off the underwear into her labia. The twirling thorns scratched at her sensitive lip, making her spread her legs. This had the unfortunate effect of bringing the panties back up, holding the rose against her.

She froze for a long moment, then pretending it was according to plan slid her hands with their oft-pricked fingers, down past the waistband. Positioned to face the crowd sideways she split her fingers into V's, each hand catching a protruding end of the rose and slowly, stiff-legged at first, down towards her feet.

At long last Amanda was naked.