My Indian Dentist

My Indian dentist tells me her butt is too big. I ask if she's ever seen Everest. She says no. I ask if Nepal is a separate country from India. She informs me it is, but very close like Mexico to us.
As she drills she asks if I'm okay and I nod. She is in her thirties with a family. Walks very fast. Loves taking x-rays. Two needles pinch me slightly.
I can feel her pushing down with her strong fingers.The way she gently but firmly gives orders and instruction to her assistant is quite erotic. I really need to nap, but she tells me to open my eyes. I do what she says. Her eyes are big and dark and intense.
I am at her mercy. She is a root canal specialist. I assume that is why she doesn't give me a free toothbrush afterwards like my regular dentist. If I discover others got one I will be crushed.
Driving home, numbed up, I contemplate the shape of her butt under the blue smock.