I walk to the front desk and I pick up the file for my last patient of the day.
"The hygienist is almost done with her," the receptionist informs me.
"Thank you."
I read the name on the file "Stephanie." This woman has perfect teeth and is very beautiful.
I poke my head into hygienist room. "Are you done with Stephanie? I am ready for her."
"Yes. We're done," the hygienist says.
Stephanie gets out of the chair and walks pass me. Oh great, she is wearing a tank top and a summer skirt. Someday, I am going to lose my license.
"Hi" as she brushes passes me.
As we pass the reception desk, the office manager says, "Good night, doctor. Don't forget to arm the alarm."
"Don't worry. Stephanie, I will meet you in the examining room."
"Ok." She replies
She turns and heads to the examining room. Her teeth are perfect and so is her ass. I can just catch a glimpse of it swinging under her skirt.
Turning my attentions to the receptionist, "When is my first appointment in the morning?"
"7:30."
"Anything else I need to take care of before you leave?"
"I left the checks you need to sign on your desk. Sign and mail them."
"Ok. Good night."
Entering the examining room, I find Stephanie stretched out in the exam chair. Damn, she has nice long legs. I go to the sink, wash my hands and towel them dry. Grabbing a pair examination gloves, I pull them on.
"Snap!" Out of the corner of my eye I see Stephanie jump a bit.
I pull a stool up to the exam chair and take a seat.
The dental assistant pokes her head in. "Are you going to need me, doctor?"
"I doubt it. Stephanie's teeth are perfect. Stephanie, any issue we need address?"
"No. Everything is fine." She replied.
"So, I can leave early." The assistant asks.
"I don't see why not. Good night."
"Thanks, doctor."
"Ok" as I turn my attention to Stephanie and swivel the stool around. As I recline the exam chair, Stephanie slowly settles into the chair. I notice that she is not wearing a bra and her nipples are pert.
Being a dentist is one of the few jobs you can incapacitate a woman, place her in a restrictive chair, probe her mouth, inflict a little pain, look down her top, and bill her insurance company for your time.
I place the bib chain around her neck and clip it to the bib. Gathering the dental instruments, I place the needed dental instruments on the bib.
"So how have you been?"
"Good, and yourself?"
"I wish all my patients were as easy to work with as you. I doubt I will ever come across a better set of teeth then yours. You are lucky."
"Thank you. I have always had a positive experience at the dentist and it makes it important that I take good care of my teeth."
Reclining the chair a bit more, I pull on a surgical mask and put on my eye shield. I reach up and focus the light on to her face. She appears very pale under the light.
"First I am going to examine your jaws and cheeks externally." I feel around her jaw line and cheeks, checking for any swollen tissue, signs of infection. I find nothing. "All is good."
"Turn towards me and open wide." She complies.
Picking up the dental pick and mirror, I begin examining her teeth: starting from the back to front, left to right, and top then bottom. Using the probe I look for any visual signs decay or swollen gums.
"Have you been flossing?" I will never understand, why I ask questions to someone with a mouthful of fingers.
"Ah-huh."
"Good. Turn a little more towards me." She complies.
"Everything looks good. I don't think we will need x-rays." I return the dental instruments to the bib.
"Good, I hate x-rays."
I hand her a paper cup of water "Rinse and spit please." She takes the cup from me and sips and spits into the bowl.