The Sexpot Dentists

Dr. Cheryl Tomasulo and Dr. Jill DeBiasi, both of whom are sexpots, have their own dental practice on East 63rd Street. Business is brisk. All over the city, people are jilting their regular dentists–hairy-handed, well-meaning fellows with rotten breath and worse conversational skills–so they can open wide for these two bosomy beauties. Dr. Tomasulo, 34, and Dr. DeBiasi, 32, started their practice less than four years ago and now have almost 1,000 patients. On a good day, they can rake in $25,000.

Now the two lovely dentists are expanding into the six rooms next to their cramped quarters. The other morning, workmen were moving things around as they were drinking coffee from Hot & Crusty cups. They were wearing cleavage-exposing tops and tight black pants and looking at the workmen.

“You guys are so cute, you’re doing such a good job,” Dr. Tomasulo said to the workmen, laughing.

“We’re doing the whole waiting area and the front desk over,” said Dr. DeBiasi. “It’s gonna be all in stainless steel and granite.”

In the lobby of the residential building, they bantered with a handyman: “We don’t even see you anymore–you’re hiding!” said Dr. Tomasulo. “I’m gonna have to come visit you more.”

“Yeah, I’m busy,” the handyman said, excitedly. “Just like you in there doing your job … I … I …” He was unable to keep the banter going, and the two beautiful dentists laughed their way out the door.

At the nearby Silver Star coffee shop, they sat by a window, still holding their Hot & Crusty cups. We ordered a bagel and orange juice.

Dr. Tomasulo: “One time I ordered a bagel with butter and jelly from this place around the corner, and there was a Band-Aid in the bagel. I threw my guts out, I was so sick! Ucch . There was blood in the Band-Aid.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “You bit into it.”

Dr. Tomasulo: “I honestly did, and I started getting so sick I had to throw up.”

The waiter, seemingly annoyed by their Hot & Crusty cups, came by with plain mugs for their coffee.

Dr. DeBiasi: “O.K., babe.”

They both grew up middle class, Jill DeBiasi in Brooklyn and Cheryl Tomasulo in East Hanover, N.J. In high school, Jill was an A student, a gymnast and “boring.” Cheryl was a cheerleader who hated school and wanted to be an actress. They met once while attending New York University’s dental school, but didn’t get to know each other until 1995 while working for the same dentist on Fifth Avenue.

Dr. DeBiasi: “We decided we were making too much money for someone else and we could do this for ourselves.”

They found an existing practice for sale and bought it with a $280,000 loan. Business doubled within a year.

Dr. Tomasulo: “I guess we’re a little bit better to look at than the average dentist.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “We hear that a lot. ‘Wow, I’d love to open my mouth and lay down in front of a beautiful woman instead of my hairy-handed dentist.’ But once they’re in, they know it’s a professional place.”

Now they were checking out my teeth.

Dr. DeBiasi: “I’m thinking veneers.”

Dr. Tomasulo: “We can change your smile.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “We can definitely make it a gorgeous smile. You like your teeth? You don’t think about your teeth.”

Dr. Tomasulo: “That’s the first thing I look at.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “All we want to do is fix everyone’s teeth.”

Dr. Tomasulo: “We’re like twins. You ever see two identical twins? It’s like we can’t breathe without each other. We need each other. It’s worse than a marriage, really. It’s better than a marriage.”

Both women are married to men who work in construction. Dr. Tomasulo lives in a two-bedroom rental apartment in the East 60’s, with the husband and two Yorkshire terriers. Dr. DeBiasi has a 7,000-square-foot house in Greenwich, Conn., with a “huge” kitchen, two dishwashers, a Tuscan-style stove, a “tremendous” playroom for her twin boys (Dr. Tomasulo is their godmother), a pool table, a “media room,” a Rottweiler, a pond in the back … but they’re selling it and moving back to the city.

Dr. DeBiasi: “The funny thing is, I was in the car with my husband, and I’m telling him a story, and I said, ‘We, we, we.’ He goes, ‘We who?’ I go, ‘Me and Cheryl!’ He’s like, ‘Well, we’re we!’ I’m like, ‘Well, honey, there are two we’s.'”

Dr. Tomasulo: “And we came first.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “I said that. I said, ‘I was with Cheryl before I was with you! I married Cheryl before I married you!'”

Time to get back to work. They had appointments up to 7 P.M.

Dinner at Bravo Gianni

The next night, Dr. DeBiasi was driving into town from Greenwich in her Mercedes 420 SL. Meanwhile, Dr. Tomasulo, wearing a baby blue sweater set, black pants, pony-hair shoes and a Tiffany cross necklace with diamonds, was having a red wine at the bar of Bravo Gianni, the restaurant next to their office. Gianni Garavelli, the owner, came over.

“I want you to know this lady did my teeth,” he said, flashing his sparkly choppers. “I went there one day, and they tell me they’re gonna do this and that, and you be poorer $50,000, and they did it!” His voice lowered: “When you sit in their chair, you feel no pain.”

Dr. Tomasulo is a regular at Bravo Gianni (along with Anthony Quinn, Don King, Ben Gazzara; John Gotti used to be). She chatted with Mr. Garavelli’s wife, and soon her partner in dentistry walked in, wearing a white tunic blouse, black leather pants and Prada boots. Mr. Garavelli led them to a booth, and they squeezed in next to each other.

Dr. Tomasulo: “There should be a sitcom based on our lives. We have more than just dentistry in common. We’ve dated the same guy!”

It was before they knew each other. The guy in question very much liked Dr. DeBiasi’s habit of moistening her skin with sesame oil. When he ended up with Dr. Tomasulo, he told her all about Jill and asked her to do the sesame oil thing, too.

Dr. Tomasulo: “It didn’t even bother me. Isn’t that strange? That’s the strangest part of the whole thing.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “She wanted to meet me, wanted to know me.”

Dr. Tomasulo: “For some reason, I was more intrigued by him talking about you, to know who you were, than I was jealous.”

The two beauties nibbled on zucchini flowers stuffed with cheese.

Dr. Tomasulo: “The only thing that is really bothering everybody around us is our husbands. We share everything but them!”

Dr. DeBiasi: “Although I think our husbands would like it for a change of pace.”

Ever had a male patient hit on you?

Dr. DeBiasi: “Roaming hands. It’s the opposite. You know how male dentists usually fondle their female patient? Well, now the male patients fondle the female dentists!”

Dr. Tomasulo: “Oh, he’s thinking like we’re dressed in really tight things with our boobs hanging out, with our high heels and we go, ‘Can I help you?'”

Dr. DeBiasi: “She’s got a male patient that follows her around like a puppy dog, but it’s light.”

Capuccinos and cheesecake arrived. They recalled the dark days, when they worked together for the male dentist.

Dr. DeBiasi: “He was just too cocky for his own good.”

Dr. Tomasulo: “When you were prepping a tooth for a crown, it didn’t matter, he always had to come down and touch it up.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “It was all about him. ‘You’ll never be as good as me.'”

Any dramatic moments at work?

Dr. DeBiasi: “We just opened, and we were spending just 24-seven in our office. I’m in one room cleaning up, organizing, and her husband comes in, and I hear his voice, and all of a sudden she’s screaming and they’re both on the floor, hysterical, crying, her and her husband. Because their dog died.”

Dr. Tomasulo: “It was horrible.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “I got on the floor, and I started crying with them. It was as if someone’s mother died.”

Dr. Tomasulo: “He died in my husband’s arms. It was a Yorkie.”

Dr. DeBiasi: “That one shocked me because I was shocked to see Joe hysterical, crying. He couldn’t catch his breath.”

By now it was 11:30 P.M. Dr. DeBiasi, who was four months pregnant but didn’t look it, headed to the ladies’ room.

Dr. Tomasulo: “She’s trying to see how hard she can work me. She keeps having babies, and I keep working!” She laughed. She smiled. Perfect teeth.

The New Patient

On Feb. 21, the dentists were in their office, examining first-time patient Keith Edwards, a big, easygoing 31-year-old guy. They decided he needed braces, and his wisdom teeth pulled. They also said he had one “active” cavity and two old fillings and a crown that needed replacing. Despite the verdict, Mr. Edwards was delighted.

“It’s like, wow!” he said. “Typically, when you go to a dentist you’re uptight, so when you see these women, it’s like, O.K.! These are tooth fairies. These women are beautiful, and they know what they’re doing.”

In the next room, the two dental partners were looking at photographs of the twins. Dr. Tomasulo asked if the new patient liked his new dentists.

Dr. DeBiasi: “What’s not to like?” The Sexpot Dentists