I eye all my clients as they come in the spin room – the environment not unlike one of a vagina—dark, moist, and pulsing to the beat of Justin Timberlake’s voice. It wasn’t until I hit rock bottom half way through what I thought was flight of the bumblebees, when I realized I was masturbating to Akeelah and the Bee and tearing up along with Laurence Fishburne as Akeelah correctly spells “logorrhea”, when I decided to turn my life around. XXX REALLY GIVE IT YOUR ALL,” I yell as 4 minutes by Justin Timberlake comes on.
