I am a bitch. I know people think that about me and I am well aware I can be one, so I own that title. I'm not a capitol "B" Bitch, just a small "b" bitch. I know what I want and I do my best to get it. I don't take shit from anyone, I don't have to, and I seek my own pleasures in life.
If I were ugly this might be ignored by a lot of people but the fact of the matter is I am not ugly. I am beautiful.
Only a bitch would say that right?
I have a fair amount of evidence to support the statement that I am beautiful. The most compelling is that I was a professional model for a few years in my early twenties. I am now in my early thirties, but I work hard to maintain my figure and take care to dress well and keep my looks in general. I never had kids, my husband and I are quite athletic and good genetics play a large part in it as well.
One of the things I do to keep up appearances is I go to the dentist regularly. On one occasion, not too long ago, my dentist was not available. I had a cleaning scheduled and was in no mood to have it postponed so I accepted when the receptionist offered to put me in with a dentist sharing the office.
This new dentist, Dr. Shultz, was a creep. I could tell right away.
I know creeps because models attract creeps like maggots to meat.
There were three reasons I left modeling. One; drugs. I started using drugs and hated how it made me feel and behave. I quit before I lost myself. Two; because as easy as it might seem it is a very physically grueling job. People don't believe me when I say that but try this out and see how you feel. Don't eat for twelve hours. Then strike a twisty pose, say on your knees turning and looking over your shoulder behind you, while flexing your stomach hard to pop your abs. Now hold that for ten minutes. If you aren't fatigued and aching after that keep going for two or three hours. That is modeling. Weird body positions, flexing as hard as you can to look your very, very best, after not eating or drinking for half a day and looking sexy or happy while doing it .
It sucked.
Third reason I left modeling were the creeps. Men and women all want to fuck you, own you, humiliate you, worship you and be seen with you. Everyone wants some part of you, all because of what's you look like, not because of who you are. It is soul stealing.
So I quit and started an agency with all the money I had made, which was a lot. Now I look out for other girls and try to keep all that ugly shit as far from them as I can.
It isn't easy.
So the second I saw Dr. Shultz and he eye fucked me head to toe I knew he was a creep. He was shorter than my five foot eight, almost as round as he was tall, balding and nerdy looking. He was sweaty and awkward. He couldn't look me in the eye and I hate when people are like that. But I wanted this cleaning badly. I am a bit obsessed with my teeth.
When he offered me something my usual dentist never had I was intrigued.
"I have a new anesthetic that puts a patient to sleep for any procedure, but has no after effects. You wake up completely refreshed in an hour and can even legally drive. The drug puts you into a light sleep, but numbs the pain of any light work. Many of my regulars love it. They say they wake up more rested than from a full night's sleep."
As I said I had had an issue with drugs before, so I was hesitant. But the idea of spending an hour with this slime eyeballing my tits left me cold so I agreed.
I am proud of my body and tend to dress to show it off. That day I wore a low cut blouse that showed the swells of my braless breasts, and a short tight business skirt that exposed most of my long, tight legs. Laying back in the chair I was bound to give him more of a show than he deserved.
I opted for the drugs so I could avoid his ogling.
He injected me in the arm and I slipped off into a light doze.
Something went wrong.
I had read about people who were awake during operations, able to feel everything but unable to move, blink or even open or close their eyes. That is what happened to me. When he came back into the little office where I was laying back in the chair I heard him, and when he opened my eyes and flashed a light across them to check my pupils or something I could see him, feel him, even smell his cheap cologne.
When he dropped my eyelids my eyes didn't close all the way. I could see him moving around and beginning to work.
It was awful being so helpless. I am a very hands on take control sort of person and being helpless made my furious. From under my half open eyelids I watched him set up his tools and stare at my breasts where they peeked out from my blouse. It was humiliating.
Shultz began to clean my teeth and I could feel every scrape of the tools, feel every prick of my gums and infuriatingly feel it when he let his hands brush over my breasts "accidentally".
I was already dialing my lawyer in my mind by the time he finished doing my cleaning.
Then he sat back and looked at me steadily. The nervous nerd was gone. I saw a sharper gaze and a confident, controlled man suddenly. With steady, practiced hands he reached out and undid my shirt buttons.
I was shocked, but helpless to move or signal my awareness. Shultz pulled open my shirt and bared my breasts to his glowing eyes. He seemed frighteningly intense and I was scared of him all of a sudden.
He reached down below my sight-line and pulled out a camera. I had seen pictures in the lobby of the many smiles he had worked on and assumed this was the same camera that he used to take those, but now he was photographing my nudity. He took a few shots, adjusted the camera a few times and smiled down at me.
Then he reached out and began to fondle my breasts.
At this point something strange happened to me.
I grew aroused.
I could feel my nipples respond to his touch, and my pussy grew wet and tingly as he groped my chest aggressively. He kneaded my tits painfully, but it pleased me.
