Doctors love to touch their clients

I had the health of my eyes checked by an optometrist in Dalston market, an area notorious for crime and fantastic jerk chicken. The optometrist also sold glasses, as they are wont to do these days. The store was bright cacophony of frames and mirrors, doing all its best to lighten the mood of having to compensate for your faulty genes.

I sat next to an old Jamaican couple, clutching each others hands, who were quite riled when I was called to be seen before them. I was led down a flight of stairs to the basement. The smell of damp was palatable and the linonium floor in areas was peeling.

I sat in a subterranean room by myself for five minuets whilst they fished around for my documents. Then the optometrist came in and all my worries were reassured. She was fairly young, just getting used to asking intimate questions about peoples eyes, but she knew what she was doing, her intelligence was apparent.

After a few questions she then manoeuvred a large optomical apparatus in front of my face and switched lights off. She asked me to place my chin in a groove and she positioned her self on the other side of the equipment, a hand span away from my own face. She shone a light into my left eye.
Then her voice dropped an octave and she started to whisper. It sounded like she was highly aroused.

‘Could you Look up for me please’ she purred
What?! Why was she whispering? Was she coming on to me? Had I entered an Optometrists racket, one who’s sole aim was for these sick eye doctors to get their jollies?
I looked up

‘and…to the Left, please’

Was that why I was in the basement? Do they screen clients at reception; those they deem attractive and strong enough to handle an Optometrist get send down stairs or do they just rape who ever comes through the door? Was that why that Jamaican couple were holding hand, terrified of the sexual ordeal that awaited them?

‘Look Right….please’

She left pregnant pauses, as if it was all to much for her to handle. Is it possible to accurately asses the health of an eye whilst horny? Would she fuck it up on purpose; not mention a malignant symptom so that I had to keep on returning with eye complaints, return time again to have my eyes and genitals interfered with. Then eventually I’d go blind and the lady in front of me would have me for ever. At that point I was willing to bet there was a room in building filled with blind sex slaves.

‘And down’

Then she asked me a question about my glasses. I panicked, I couldn’t show fear. Do I whisper too? If I whisper would it sound like I was hot to trot. I replied trying to sound as flaccid as possible.

She switched eyes, shining a light into my right. I tried to look at her but she was a dark out line, like a victim on crime watch. 'But I'm the victim' I thought. She asked me to look in different directions again, in her low husky voice. Then the procedure was over.

The lights went back on and she chatted to me about my eyes, telling me they were fine, just not to wear my contacts as much. Perfectly normal.

I left Dalston feeling like a pervert.