I've given approximately 20,000 lap dances. Some have been pleasurable, some were repulsive, some have been downright perplexing. And, of course, I can't possibly recall the vast majority of them.
Do you ever drive to work, so lost in other thoughts, that you barely have to consider your route? Once at work do you find yourself mimicking the same actions, repeating movements due to muscle memory, without calculation? You’re not alone. You're actually in a very common low level of hypnosis.
What does a hard-working American stripper think about while she shakes her money maker? Drumpf? Cuba’s new alliance with the US? Did I remember to shave my butthole? I started asking my stripper peers what goes on up above while they're shaking down below to find out whether I’m the only one whose mind wanders while I shimmy around unsuspecting businessmen.