AN: Thank you for the review, I promise the whole POV thing will get less confusing. It's going be like mostly from Mimi's POV from now on.

So I guess the next important thing to talk about is The Cat Scratch Club. I had moved into this small loft for about a month before I couldn't afford it anymore. I had tried to get a job that pays decent but no one wanted to hire a 16-year-old girl. I had started to hang out with this girl across the hall named Becky. I told her I was looking for a cheaper apartment and a job.

"Honey, you're not gonna find a damn thing cheaper than what ya got now," she said offering me a glass of water. We always just sat around her loft.

"Then I'mma turn out on the streets soon Becky," I replied to her extremely frustrated by this whole thing.

"No you're not, I got an idea," she said smiling at me.

That girl had started me at the Cat Scratch. She had the ability to talk anyone into anything that they wouldn't normally do in their right mind. At times I blame her for everything that came out of that club, but really, she isn't the one to blame. That first night there awoke everything in me that I was forced to close up back home.

I was told I was just going to do back up dancing. Which meant no stripping. When I first got there I was thankful for that fact. I was so nervous thinking I was gonna fuck up. I had put on these tight blue leather pants and a shinny tan-ish wife beater that was cut short to show off a little more skin. To the side of the stage me and this other dancer named Tori waited to join Becky. I stood there in awe at how much fun she looked to be having- and how good she looked doing it. Within a minute or so Tori was pushing me on stage for our cue.

Running up the stage I ran to the furthest pole and jumped onto it. I pretty much humped the shit out of that thing that night. Getting down I started to do kicks and such. From that moment on I knew I'd fit in here. I knew I'd love here, for the time being at least. I looked at Becky and smiled at her. I had loved hearing the crowd yell at us. Soon enough the final drum beats where pumping through the sound system. By the final beat the three of us had managed to meet at the center to 'strike' the cliché pose. When the lights faded I started to laugh at how much fun that was.

In the back I was getting my stuff together to leave when Becky called me over to her.

"Mimi, you enjoyed tonight?" she said looking down at something on her dresser.

"Fuck yeah," I said back to her.

"Do you feel about stripping tomorrow night?" she said has she pulled her head down and then I heard a snorting type nose.

"I don't know about that," I said looking over to the dresser and saw some white powder. "How cliché are you?"

"What do you mean?" Becky asked rubbing her nose.

"Snorting coke in the back of a strip club?"

"Let me tell you somethin' sweetheart, a place like this will take its toll on you," Becky said looking at me straight in the eye. "So do you wanna strip tomorrow or what?"

"Pays better?" I asked not really caring so much about the money anymore.

"Like you wouldn't believe," she said replying her make-up.

"Good, I'll tell Joey. You heading home now?" she asked.

"Yup," I replied not really listening to her.

"See ya tomorrow Mimi," she said as I walked away towards the door.

I hadn't thought about what Becky said until about a half of a year later. By this time I had became fully financially supported by dancing and it was working great. But around this time the club had evidently taken 'it's toll on me.' I went to work one night extremely hung over and just drenched. I hadn't had a good day and the last thing I wanted to do was get up and dance. Of course I bitched for a minute while I was getting ready- it's always what someone days every night, because usually the night before there is always one of us getting wasted.

"Me, come over here," I heard Becky call over to me.

Walking over I saw she was heating something up on a spoon. "What are you doing Beck?"

Picking up a needle she answered my question with, "Well I am, what you would say shooting up. Well really- you will be."

"I'm not doing that shit Becky," I said as I watched the cocktail be sucked into the needle. Placing the spoon and needle down she picked up a piece of rubber.

"Gimme your arm," she said with her hands out.

"No," I replied holding my arms tight to my stomach. "I'm not doing that shit."

"Firstly, you said you were tired, this shit will make you feel 100 again- I guarantee that. Secondly, doing it once won't kill you," she said and I eventually gave her my arm. She tied the piece of rubber around my upper arm and started slapping the part by the elbow. She picked up the needle and looked at me.

"This may hurt a little, not sure with you," she said has she inserted the needle into my vein. This whole process was extremely uncomfortable for me. I needle had hurt… a little. But soon I felt something flow through me. Watching as she took the needle out of my arm I felt something close to relief, but not quite that.

"Feel better?" Becky said smiling while she started to pick up. I nodded and heard my name being called for it was my cue. That night I had danced like my first night there.

At first I had only used it when I was extremely tired and hung over. With this case I would just buy it off Becky and let her make it and even shoot up for me. About a month and a half I had started to use it at least once a week.