The little pricks take a few jabs at her

With her hugging her legs to her chest and her feet straight above her some enterprising sadist in the audience took the cunt a foot front of him as an invitation.

Oblivious to the man's intentions Amanda enacted her cunning plan, slipping her hands into the knee-high stockings and pushing them farther into them until she could reached her feet.

She'd planned on pushing off stockings and stilettos together and wowing the audience with her clever idea, but as she got to the heels the equally clever guy in the audience reached up, grabbed the rose at either end of the rose, started to floss her cunt with it.

Amanda yelped, yanking her hands back, tangling her nails in the lacy material of the stockings. It cost her precious time as the man was able to re-insert the rose and pull it tightly upward, the thorns biting across her labia lips.

She was just about to free herself when the guy had a brilliant idea. He tugged on her panties, revealing to the audience (who hooted for a moment) her crack and part of the slightly bloody skin of her pussy lips before aligning the rose with her own rosebud.

He'd just began to push it in like a dick when Amanda righted herself and rolled forward, the action looking entirely like it was planned as her forward momentum and the man's push left only the rose head sticking out of her asshole. Her forward momentum didn't quite stablize her enough, and she widened her eyes at the guy who'd planter the rose in her ass, the automatic smile she'd been struggling to keep pasted on her face splitting into an 'o' that told the audience in no certain words that he'd done right. So he tried to right again.

Amanda rocked backwards against her will, and at the end of the roll she let herself roll a little farther back so she could roll all the way forward this time. Unfortunately that made the rose too tempting for the men to resist. Inspired by his buddy another guy grabbed the rose stem and yanked it as hard as he could to get it out.

Amanda's mouth, opening to protest the insertion, snapped shut on the removal, and incidentally her cheek as well. She rolled all the way back to the front of the stage again, her mouth opening in reaction to her button cheek, and the guy inserted the rose into her mouth, bloody thorns, traces of her ass and all.

The men let out a rousing cheer at her creativity. They'd never seen a masochist in the club before, and a number of them resolved to visit the gold room after. The last one to inspire their lust so thoroughly was Mary, and she'd been gone for a couple weeks now, enough time for them to develop a case of blue balls so potent it burned when they peed and made them literally itch for sexual relief.