Riding a sofa on the highway

As I was driving along the interstate today, I passed a pair of motorcyclists on a road trip. Probably headed to Sturgis. One was a younger guy who seemed a bit uncomfortable and nervous, constantly checking his mirrors. The other was an older guy, probably the young one's grandpa, and he looked so relaxed on his bike he could've almost been sitting on the sofa in his livingroom instead of barreling down the highway on a 2-wheeler.

This sight reminded me of the difference between a newbie stripper and an older, more experienced one. 14 years in, I reckon I'm about as comfortable in a strip club as anyone could be. Aside from the fact I wouldn't go anywhere in public in my PJs and with unbrushed teeth, I'm about as comfy in a strip club as I am on the sofa. Much like that grandpa on the bike.

I can't remember the last time I was nervous or shy approaching a customer. I'm as at-ease on stage in the buff as I am in the shower. I hardly think about anything I have to do at work, it's second nature. A lapdance is as easy for me to perform as any other daily activity.

Unlike newer girls, who so often appear awkward and mechanical, my movements are smooth and easy. I don't have to think about it. I imagine grandpa on his bike feels the same way about riding - he hasn't had to think about shifting or checking his mirrors in years.

Upon further reflection, it's no wonder older strippers are almost always the ones making most of the money. When buying something as intimate as a lapdance, would you rather get the equivalent of a hard-riding sports car that exaggerates every bump in the road, or a well-oiled machine that shifts and rides smoothly, and just lets each mile roll pleasantly out in front of you? Obviously, the hot new sports car is fun for a spin or two, but it's the well-maintained smooth rider that keeps you happy for the long haul ;-)