Jessie called me today to tell me that Rick wanted me to come back—and to tell me about Justin.
“Justin comes to the dungeon about once a week. He’s got a…dental fixation.” She paused. “He likes girls to play with his teeth and inject him with Novocain.”
“Novocain? Are you serious?” I couldn’t imagine choosing to have that injected into my mouth. “Where do you get the Novocain?”
“He brings it with him.”
I nodded. I had no idea what to say.
“The catch is, he likes a different girl every week.”
She paused again. I could see how that might be a problem, and I was starting to figure out where she was going with this.
“Rick thought maybe you might want to come back and do Justin…?”
She was hesitant. I was even more so.
“I’d help you out,” she said. “I could show you what you need to do.”
With Jessie there, it might not be that bad. I could come in, pump him up with Novocain, pocket the money, and split before the experience had a chance to work itself into my dreams.
Then I started wondering what was more fucked up—the fact that Justin would pay to have a different girl stick painkillers into his mouth, or the fact that I was considering providing the service?
I needed to find alternate sources of adrenaline just as much as Justin did.
I told Jessie no and started looking for a different place to work.