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- The "office" is in a residential neighborhood
- My dentist had terrible teeth
Red flag number two may not seem as bad as most things, however, I firmly believe that you should at least, for show, have decent looking teeth if you're a dentist.
Now then, after sitting in the living room that Dr. P. Imp is passing off as a waiting room for over twenty minutes past my appointment time, I am called to the guest room where there is a dentist's chair, weight scale, and a sink. This isn't slightly creepy, at all. The dental hygienist/assistant/daughter/prostitute fits me with one of those paper bibs, reclines me, and then leaves. Ten minutes or so later the "doctor" walks in, gives me a limp handshake, and begins the examination. The first examination was pretty uneventful aside from the fact that I found out I needed a root canal in one of my back teeth, and had to have a filling in a tooth on the opposite side of the canal tooth. I also rediscovered that I have a horrendous gag reflex. I choked on nearly everything stuffed in my mouth. I have no clue how his assistant does it.
The second day is where the good stuff begins. Today I returned to Dr. P. Imp's house to get my filling. I was seated inside the guest room/examination room almost immediately and was seen by the doctor. Almost instantly my face was numbed with a q-tip and two syringes. The procedure was relatively painless (thanks to the drugs). However, the act of performing the filling was what made me feel like a truly violated whore.
Apparently, to get a filling in one of your back teeth, you need to have a latex gag put in. Yep, you heard right, a gag. Now, I've been called a whore on a few occasions:
- When my friends picked me up in a car after seeing me walk down the sidewalk at night (I was walking back to my apartment after a night class)
- When I accepted a role in the Junior class's group for a university wide-show just to be on stage
- For the way I dress at times...
So, after the gag was put in, Dr. P. Imp began drilling. Oddly enough, the procedure was relatively painless thanks to the anesthetics. Despite the pain in my jaw, it's never been open for so long, I got quite sleepy. You see, the good doctor's daughter/hygienist/"employee"/etc. put a pair of sunglasses on me so that the light wouldn't hurt my eyes. It was like a scene from "Weekend at Bernie's". I was silent (somewhat), wearing sunglasses, and being used by two people who really were probably just doing it for my/my mother's/the one-day-to-be-mine since it's in the will/etc. money.
After the entire experience was over though I felt better. I'm sure Dr. P. Imp felt good too since we have another date scheduled for June. Does this mean I'm his ho now? I mean, I did have a gag and his hand in me in under an hour.
1. You repeat yourself a whole lot.
ReplyDelete2 There are a gross number of typos in this post.
3. I *love* the reasons you posted for being called a whore, mainly because they are all true.
4. You repeat yourself a whole lot.