"Feeling comfy?" asked the dentist, as the chair gently lowered David R. to a near – 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 – 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 professional–looking 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.
Miss Tan slowly rose from her chair. She felt dizzy.
"Here," said the nurse, Justine; the black nurse. Miss Tan saw a plastic disposable cup filled with pink fluid. She accepted the cup, took a mouthful, swilled it about in her mouth and spat into the little spit disposal unit on the arm of the chair.
As before, the stuff tasted strange in her mouth; Miss Tan felt the dizziness come back to her.
"Oh, that's a small side effect of the anaesthetic we're using on your teeth," Mr Tilley said. "Tell you what, why don't you allow Justine to take you to the Recovery Room, and you can sit there for a bit until your head clears."
Miss Tan hesitated.
"Justine will guide you," Mr Tilley said. "Go with her now, and wait in the recovery room."
Numbly, Miss Tan let Nurse Justine lead her away.
Mr Tilley smiled, looked at the cup with the pink liquid.
"Okay,
that
liquid solution takes time to work, but is effective over the long term," he said. He glanced at the gas anaesthetic unit at the foot of the dentist's chair. "But the gaseous compound has an immediate effect, even if it lasts a short time."
He busied himself with clearing up the equipment and preparing the room for the next patient, one David R.
Mr Tilley smiled. He had a special treatment planned for
him
...
Miss Tan
"Here you are," Nurse Justine said, smiling, as Miss Tan entered the Recovery Room just off Reception. By the time she got to the comfy chair, her legs were feeling distinctly wobbly.
"I feel odd," Miss Tan said.
"You would," Nurse Justine replied. "You just had a tooth out. That's bound to be a bit of a shock for your first time."
"Okay," Miss Tan said.
"Sit here," Nurse Justine said. Miss Tan sat.
"What's your first name, honey?" asked Nurse Justine.
"Kel – Kelly," Miss Tan replied.
"Well, Kelly, you just sit here and in a moment you'll feel as right as rain, no worries," Nurse Justine replied.
Miss Tan watched as Nurse Justine turned and left the room, leaving her alone to look at the clock on the opposite wall and the dental posters. There were magazines on the coffee table, but right at this moment Miss Tan could not care less about anything. Her head was simply spinning, and her legs were wobbly underneath her.
David R.
David R. could not believe his luck. That gorgeous black nurse he'd glimpsed in the window was approaching him.
"David R---?" she said, a broad grin. "Mr Tilley will be seeing you shortly," she added. "He'll be a moment with his patient, and then he'll be ready, okay?"
David R. nodded, tried not to show his arousal, failed to control the flushing of his burning cheeks anyway. He'd met this nurse, Justine, before when she'd been in Reception. Boy, was she hot; but back then, when he'd arranged his first booking with Mr Tilley, she'd politely but firmly rebuffed his request for a date.
A shame, that
, David R. thought, as he watched Mr Tilley cross Reception to go into the Recovery Room.
"Where's that?" David R. asked. Nurse Justine followed David R.'s gaze. She turned back to him.
"That's the Recovery Room," she replied. "If you've been given general, or if you've had major orthodontic surgery, you can rest there for a while until you feel better."
"Okay," David R. said.
Kelly Tan
The door opened. Kelly Tan did not move her head to see who it was. A shadow fell across her, and then Mr Tilley's face came down to meet her. Kelly didn't move.
