You head to the dressing room.

You lift the glass to your lips and taste the creamy drink. "How appropriate," you think to yourself, "a mind eraser!" It's as if your mind hasn't been erased enough!

You find the drink oddly familiar, and rather delicious. As you sip from the glass, and the **** warms your throat, you freeze in your spot as you have a flashback! You find yourself in the hotel room you've just escaped from! The room is clean, and the bed untouched. You have a glass in your hand, and you're drinking from the glass!

"You all right John?" The bartender startles you back to the present. She is now standing at your end of the bar, cleaning glasses.

"Yeah, I think so," you mumble as you sip again.

"C'mon girl, you usually down that glass! What are you nursing it for?"

Encouraged by the flashback, and the bartender's urging, you guzzle down the drink, hoping you'll have more revelations as to what happened earlier. The **** burns the back of your throat, as you feel your entire body begin to warm from the sensation. No flashbacks, but you begin to feel relaxed. You firmly clunk the empty glass onto the counter.

"Another?" the brunette asks with a smile on her face.

You overhear one of the waitresses call out an order. Celeste is her name! "Yeah, I'll have another, Celeste!"

The name doesn't ring any bells of familiarity. You watch as she deftly mixes the special concoction together. She walks up to you and hands it to you this time.

"Why don't you go back and get changed? The crowd is raring to go, and the girls are ready to kick it into high gear!" Celeste winks an eye at you and blows a kiss towards you. She turns and leaves you there, off to make more drinks.

"What did she mean by that?" you wonder. "High gear?" You grab the glass, which is now full, and turn away from the bar. You head past a couple of tables, towards the performer's door. You feel hands on your legs and ass, as you pass by the throng of men. Ignoring their rudeness, you open the door and enter the bright room!

The bright white lights, and mirrors blind you temporarily as your eyes try to adjust. Immediately you are deafened by the shrill cries of glee from the twelve other girls in the room! Nearly in unison, they all cry out, "John!" They surround you, giving you hugs and kisses on the lips!

This is all foreign to you, yet something about it seems familiar, You just can't figure it out! The girls are all chatting as they part a path to an empty spot along the mirrored wall. All the girls are asking a million questions, about where you've been. In as calm a voice as you can muster, you reply. "Listen! I wish I could tell you, but I just can't right now. Give me a little space, and let me get my shit together."

Surprisingly, all the girls do as you say, leaving you on your own. You place the duffel bag on the floor and kick it deep under the counter. You move all the clutter aside to make room for your drink. You place your elbows on the edge of the counter and rest your chin in your hands as you gaze into the mirror. This is all too confusing, you think. Everyone here knows me, yet I don't know a single soul. Nobody and nothing looks familiar, but something feels familiar. It's almost like you know what you're supposed to do, but don't ever recall doing it. You gaze at yourself in the mirror. Your platinum blonde hair, green eyes, and slutty makeup still don't agree with your mind, yet no one has made any comments about it being different.

You grab your glass in despair; kick your heels up onto the counter and lean back in your chair. You can still see yourself in the mirror as you drink from the glass. The warming sensation again envelops your body as you find yourself back in the hotel room! You are drinking from the glass. You rise up from the bed and head to the long mirror in the room. You want to make sure you look good. As you look up from your empty glass, you see yourself in the mirror.

You suddenly snap back to the present, dropping your glass and hearing it shatter beneath you! "Damn it," you curse out as the girls clear away from the mess. You sit upright and look into the mirror again. The woman in the hotel room mirror had shoulder length brunette hair with auburn highlights, gray eyes, and wore very little makeup! The woman in the mirror here is not the same woman.

Bambi, the blonde who was dancing on stage earlier, comes up and offers to help clean up. You accept her gratitude as the two of you kneel on the floor, cleaning up the glass and liquid! "You okay? You seem out there tonight!" Bambi places a hand on your shoulder and her eyes seem to pierce through your soul.

"To be perfectly honest? No! I'm not sure who I am, or what I'm doing here! Could you please help me?"

Your honest plea strikes Bambi's heart and she agrees, helping you to your feet and back into the seat. Bambi doesn't fully understand your plea. She thinks you mean you want to quit the business. "Stay here, let me get you another drink." She disappears and immediately reappears with another full glass.

"John, you are the hottest show around! Everybody loves what you do, because you're the best! All the guys come to see you, and all the girls love you because we all make out well when you perform. You have been the highest paid performer and the most requested private performer since this club opened! You love the attention, you told me on many occasions. Now, let's get dressed. I'll help you along." Bambi takes your hand and drags you over to a clothing rack overflowing with all kinds of costumes.

As you gaze at the rack, the costumes seem strangely familiar to you. You watch as Bambi pulls out a cheerleader's outfit. You spot the pompoms on a nearby shelf. The red super-short skirt matches your lipstick and you can immediately tell that the white fuzzy sweater is about three sizes too small!

Bambi puts it off to the side, then pulls out what looks like a Catholic schoolgirl's outfit. A short plaid skirt, white blouse, and matching sweater were put to the side. Bambi also pulled out a cowgirl outfit, complete with leather chaps. Finally she pulled out an outfit that if worn would definitely make her look like a biker bitch! The black, studded leather was piled up to the right.

"So which one do you want to use tonight?" Bambi asked.

Slowly you walk by each outfit, gently stroking the material as you sip your drink! Once again, you flashback... however, this time you find yourself in a dressing room very similar to this one. You are running your hands over several different costumes, trying to figure out which one to wear. The feel of soft cotton, contrasts against the coarse rawhide leather. Your hands travel over the studded black leather.

You return to the current, even more confused by your flashbacks. Suddenly the stage door pops open and Vixen strides in! "Hello John! How've ya been? Better hurry, you're on after Opal!"