"Feeling comfy?" asked the dentist, as the chair gently lowered David R. to a near β horizontal position.
"Yes, very, thanks," David R. said.
"Okay, then, we'll proceed with getting that nasty tooth of yours sorted, shall we?" the dentist continued.
David R. nodded.
"Justine?" said the dentist, from somewhere above and behind David R. The nurse, Justine, came into David R.'s vision. A lovely black woman with flawless ebony skin, her uniform seemed to be a little tight around the bust. The image made David R. feel hot.
Justine reached for the anaesthesia mask and brought it up towards David R. to place over his nose, hooking it over his head to hold it in place. As she did so, she leaned forwards and David R. caught sight of her magnificent cleavage.
Wow
, he thought.
"Anything else you need to say before lights out?" the dentist asked. David R. smiled, shook his head.
"Okay, then, you'll be feeling on top of the world in a minute," the dentist said, chuckling. "Justine."
Justine stood calmly at the foot of the dentist's chair, facing David R, her hand on the anaesthesia unit. Her expression dispassionate, bored even, she slowly began to turn the wheel.
Hissssss...
David R. found he'd been breathing the gas before he even smelled the strange medicinal scent building up. Already he felt lightheaded. He let out an involuntary chuckle.
Is
this
what the perverts pay for?
he asked himself.
"That's it," the dentist said. "Deep breaths now ..."
Earlier:
David R.
"Damn my bloody tooth," David R. said, futilely sucking at the medicated mint his best friend at the
Record
said was sovereign against toothaches. Indicating, he turned the car right, into the large customer car park area underneath the big sign,
The Post Dental Practice
.
Finding a parking space, David R. pulled up, secured the vehicle, climbed out of the car. Cold air entered his mouth, causing the pain in his tooth to flare up. David R. winced.
Not too long now
, he said.
Then I can get this bloody thing behind me and get on with my story
.
Across from him was the entrance to the Post Dental Practice, an unprepossessing little door set in a blank brick wall, with a few windows on the first and second floors. David R. saw a few of the windows had their blinds open, and caught a glimpse of a beautiful black girl wearing a provocatively tight white dental nurse's uniform.
He caught sight of her as she turned towards the window, then bent over. Dreads, cornrow braids. Beautiful dark eyes ...
He enjoyed the sight of her a moment, before an angry hoot behind him made him jump. Startled, David R. turned, to see that a car had driven up behind him, only to find him standing in the middle of the driveway staring up into the air like an idiot. Abashed, his face flushed, David R. stepped aside, let the angry, tense driver through. He caught her face; she was young, pretty, brunette, but
damn
if she didn't have a temper on her.
David R. looked at the door, then back up at the window. The nurse had gone.
Damn
, he thought. He glanced at the door again, then squared his shoulders.
Should've had that spot of Dutch courage before I came
, he thought.
But then I had to drive here, so ...
He sighed and approached the door.
Through the door was a corridor, with a friendly signpost which read
RECEPTION -->
in blue, rounded letters. David R. followed the signs through the corridor until he came to a set of stairs, which he climbed up to get to Reception.
Reception was bright and sunny; the blinds were wide open, and the sunlight streamed into the room, giving the room with its cream yellow walls a happy glow. Around the reception area were rows of long comfy sofas set against the walls, and a double back to back row of soft armless chairs in the middle, all upholstered in the same midnight blue. There were half a dozen patients there; a dour looking old man wearing a thick lumberjack β style red and black check coat; a blonde woman wearing a white coat with a pink lining and white furry collar, white trousers, pink high heeled shoes and carrying a matching pink handbag; two young men, who looked like brothers with the same red hair, the same green eyes, the same black leather jacket, jeans and boots; a professionalβlooking woman in a business suit with olive skin, her long black hair tied behind her in a ponytail, and finally a young Oriental woman in a black top and black jeans, wearing a black leather coat.
"Miss Tan?" someone called. It was David R.'s dentist, Mr Tilley. The oriental woman got up, went over to Mr Tilley. Passing by David R., the young man slicked back his mousey brown hair and attempted his most charming smile. Miss Tan cold shouldered him, continued on her way.
Cold bitch
, David R. thought; then he turned his attention to the big Reception desk, behind which sat the new Receptionist, Sarah C.
Sarah was blonde, and had one of those fresh, pretty faces that made her look like an eighteen year old. She had a pert, oval face with high but not prominent cheekbones, and luscious, full, broad lips. Sarah C. didn't wear much makeup, and next to none on the lips.
"Hello again," said Sarah C. "Here for your appointment?"
David R. grinned, nodded. "I'm a little early," he replied.
"Well, if you'll wait a while, Mr Tilley is seeing another patient first," Sarah C. said. "He won't be long before it's your turn."
"Good job," David R. said. "My bloody tooth's killing me."
"Filling fall out?" Sarah C. asked. David R. nodded. "Well, Mr Tilley did let you know that it was likely to happen. Not to worry." She smiled, handed David R. a manila folder. "He'll take care of it now."
"Do I hand this to Mr Tilley?" David R. asked.
"Yes, thanks," Sarah C. replied, with a slow nod. David R. smiled, nodded, went to the nearest empty seat, sat down.
The folder was not the only thing Sarah C. had handed him. Held between the covers of the manila folder was a slip of paper. David R. took it out discreetly, unfolded it when he thought nobody was looking.
Something definitely weird going on here
, the note said.
No evidence yet, but nurses aren't letting me in on something
.
S.C.
David crumpled up the note, put it in his pocket.
Figures
, he said to himself.
So there
is
a connection between this place and the College Orgy
, he added, glancing around to see if any of the nurses had been observing him. Seeing nobody else around but the patients and Sarah C., David R. sighed and sat back, waiting his turn patiently as his tooth throbbed painfully in his mouth.
Mr Tilley
"And there you go, Miss Tan," said Mr Tilley, straightening up from examining her mouth. "Right as rain."
Mr Tilley was a handsome man, middle aged, still slim. Clean shaven, he had sparkly green eyes, dark hair just starting to grey, and an engaging smile.