This is a story straight from my imagination. Any correlation between the players in this story and actual people is purely coincidence.
Enjoy J
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The date is March 18th. Arianna looks to her calendar to see what appointments she has scheduled for the day. "Lets see here, Board meeting at 9am, what a way to start the day…ugh! Finance at 11am, that's not too bad, Lunch with Dave Conner…BORING! Wait, what's this? Dentist at 2pm…hhhmmmm…Dr Jake….." Arianna leans back in her plush executive leather chair and lets her mind wander for a while. In her minds eye she can picture him, Jake Mathews DDS, 6', all muscled and tan. Rich, dark, hair and those piercing, warm brown eyes. That air of rugged Male authority that fascinates her so much. Being CEO of a major corporation, she meets so many wishy-washy people. People that she has to be in control of all day and often well into the night. But there is something different about Dr. Jake. He always seems to be in control, especially with that assistant of his
The day goes better than Arianna expected. The board meeting was quick and painless. Finance found an error in the company's favor, that's good. And Dave actually had something competent to say. "All in all, not a bad morning." And she gathers her thing to leave.
"Tammy, I have a dentist appointment, I can be reached via my cell if it gets really bad here, but only if you feel you REALLY need me ok? I'll probably be out the rest of the day," she tells her secretary.
"Sure thing Ms. Gallagher" is Tammy's cheerful reply.
Arianna leaves the office knowing that Tammy can handle what ever comes along and will hold off till tomorrow those things that need the boss's attention.
At 1:50pm Arianna pulls into the parking lot of the dentists office, gets out of her car, and checks her appearance in the tinted windows of her car. She is not what anyone would consider tall by any means. But she is very pretty. Long, dark, auburn hair, that curls just above her slightly rounded hips. She is wearing a flowing, sheer white blouse under her favorite navy blue suit. The skirt is just long enough to end just under the jacket line. Simple, but classic rope chain necklace with matching earrings. For some strange reason she feels she needs to look good for the Dr. Even though he has never showed any interest in her other than professional. It just matters to her that she looks right. After checking her makeup, she goes into the office.
Arianna signs in at the desk, smiles pleasantly to Carol, the office admin, and takes a seat to wait her turn. It is not long when 'Ms. Thompson' as she insists on being called, calls Arianna in. Ms. Catherine Thompson, dental assistant, could be a good-looking woman if it weren't for that severe hairstyle, a serviceable bun wound tight at the nape of her neck and those shoes she always wears, "sensible I understand," she thinks. But couldn't they be a little stylish? And what's with those glasses? As she passes Ms. Thompson, her last thought is "I swear, if she shoves me down in that chair so roughly one more time I am just going to have to complain to the Dr."
She takes Arianna to room 4 today and tells to her to take a seat. Halfway to completely sitting Ms. Thompson clicks her tongue and gives Arianna a push, roughly putting her in the chair. While affixing the paper bib, Ms. Thompson catches a small amount of Arianna's hair. When Arianna says something about it, Ms. Thompson simply replies with a cold look and a scornful "sorry" "That's it!" thinks Arianna. "I don't like sounding like a three year old, but I'm telling!" she thinks to herself.
After sitting for about five minutes and stewing about the assistant's attitude, Dr. Jake comes in. With a bright cheerful smile he says, "Hello Arianna, how have you been?"
"Not to bad Dr. but I do have a complaint I need your help with." She says.
"Oh, what seems to be the trouble?" the Dr. inquires taking a seat in his rolling chair and sliding up along side his patient.
"Well Dr. I don't want to sound childish here, but it's your assistant, Ms Thompson. Every time I come here, she pushes me into the chair, she is always giving me dirty looks, and today when she was putting this bib on me…well, I am not certain that this was deliberate, but she pulled my hair."
"Oh, dear me, I have been having some problems with her attitude of late, I promise I will have a talk with her and take care of everything. Now then, let's have a look at those pretty teeth of yours, shall we? Lean your head back and open wide for me."
She opens her mouth as the Dr. reaches to the tray and picks up the metal hook-looking thing and starts to poke around at her teeth. This gives Arianna ample time to take a deep breath and relax. She can smell his cologne and thinks, "Flannel, mmmmm my favorite"
"Uh oh, seems you have developed a cavity, Let's get an X-Ray just to see how far it has gotten"
"Do you think it's bad Dr. Jake?"
"It doesn't look that way, but let's see what the X-Ray says and I'll let you know. I will send Patricia in to take it and while we're waiting for the film to develop I will have a talk with Ms. Thompson, ok?"
"Do you feel it necessary to do that now Dr.? I mean, well, I mean you seem to be in a good mood, I wouldn't want to spoil it."
"I feel it is necessary to always take care of problems as this right away to prevent further occurrences." He says with a comforting smile.
"As you wish Dr. it's your office." She says returning his smile.
Before getting up, Dr. Jake pats her on the shoulder and reaches behind the chair and turns the dial and the Nitrous tank. Just enough so that when he returns his patient will be completely relaxed with out being incoherent, and leaves to go have that talk with his assistant.
"Pat, will you please take an X-Ray of Ms. Gallagher's fourth lower occipital molar please? She's in room 4 today."
"Sure thing Doc." Is Pat's happy reply.
"Catherine, could you please come to my office, I need to talk to you."
"Yes Dr."
As they enter his office he tells her take a seat. "Catherine, we have a problem here."
"What's that Master?" is a breathy response to the stern look she is getting. Knowing that that bitch in room 4 told on her and hoping that being coy will get her out of punishment.
"How long have I been your Master Catherine?" he asks.
"For just over 2 years Master" she says lowering her eyes submissively, but less than respectful.
"And how long have I allowed you to be my assistant here at the office?"
"For just over 6 months Master."
"And what have I always asked of you in regards to my patients?"
"Be polite and respectful, and not let them know that you are my Master, the owner of this slaves body. And that any infraction of these rules will result in immediate discipline." Is her submissive reply.
"That is correct Catherine, however, I have noticed over the last several weeks, a slow change in your attitude regarding my patients. Today Ms. Gallagher has complained about you. What do you have to say for yourself slave?" he says looking displeased with her.
Just under her breath she says to herself "uppity bitch" and then a bit louder she answers "I am sorry Master, there is just something about her that, well, I don't know, she just pushes all the wrong buttons in me Master." She says, trying to look contrite.