Jamie was dropped off by her husband, Mark, at the dentist that morning for her surgery. "I'll pick you up in a few hours," he told her as she climbed out of the car. She nodded and blew him a kiss, then closed the door and headed into the low brick building where her dentist office was located.
In the lobby she gave the receptionist her name and sat down with a magazine to wait. She had a few stomach butterflies about the impending surgery but the pill she had taken that morning was doing its job, and she was for the most part relaxed and ready.
While flipping the pages of the magazine, she heard the receptionist talking to her dentist, Dr. Grove, behind the counter. She peeked up through her lashes and watched him gesturing as he talked. With dark, curly hair and a youthful face, the man was very hot. She had to admit she was one of the few people she knew who looked forward to her dentist appointments, enjoying relaxing under his dark-eyed gaze as he checked over her teeth and chatted about how she was doing. Then, at her last appointment, he told her that she would need to schedule surgery to correct an old procedure that had not been done correctly. Not good news in any sense, but he had a way of smiling at her that made it seem ok.
She didn't have to wait long. A nurse called her name and she stood to follow. Jaime was tall and willowy, with straight blond hair that fell past her waist and legs that seemed to go on forever. Today she had chosen a comfortable outfit with an eye toward impressing her handsome doctor: a long, casual flowered skirt, a white peasant blouse that draped nicely over her shapely hips, and light canvas shoes – an outfit she could sleep in if she was too woozy to change when she got home after surgery.
She walked into the small operating room and settled herself into the reclining chair indicated by the nurse. She handed off her purse to be hung on a hook, and leaned back in the chair as the nurse busied herself preparing Jamie for anesthesia. She put a heartbeat monitor on her finger and wrapped Jamie's long hair into a knot and tucked it behind her on the chair. She laid out instruments nearby and then told Jamie that the doctor would be with her soon, and left.
Jamie stared at patterns on the ceiling as she waited. Within a moment, she heard footsteps and the ceiling was obscured by the handsome, smiling face of Dr. Grove. He grinned at her before tying his face mask on, asking her how she was doing. She smiled back, feeling slightly giddy under his gaze, and told him she was fine and ready to go.
The dentist gestured to his assistant who had just entered the room, and Jamie turned to see a younger man, tall, well-built and blond with high cheekbones and striking blue eyes.
"Jamie, this is Chris. He'll be joining me today to assist in your root canal."
Jamie's heart thudded a little as the two gorgeous men sat on either side of her, Chris tying a surgical mask over his nose and mouth as they did.
"Are you ready?" asked Dr. Grove. Jamie nodded mutely, and Chris reached for the gas tube and pulled it near Jamie's flushed face.
"I want you to count backward from twenty, ok?" said Chris as he hovered the tube near her face. Jamie nodded and started to count as he positioned the tube beneath her nose. She made it to seventeen before she went limp and unresponsive.
Chris secured the tubes to her face and checked her heartbeat monitor. "She's out, doctor."
Dr. Grove sifted through his instruments and then stretched. "Ok Chris, let's get started. Would you please ask the nurses for no interruptions, and lock the door. I don't want to be disturbed."
Chris complied and Dr. Grove bent over his patient, opening her mouth and checking to make sure everything was set up the way he liked it. As he did so his chest brushed against her breast and he felt a familiar quickening in his blood. Jamie had been his patient for years and he always looked forward to their appointments. She flirted effortlessly and had a habit of reaching out to touch his arm when she was talking to emphasize a point. At the contact his skin zinged and crackled, and he always had to take a short break after these appointments to lock himself in the bathroom, sweaty and breathless, and close his eyes, imagining her long legs wrapping around him and that electric skin sliding along his, and furiously rub himself into ejaculation over the toilet. She was totally irresistible and more than once he'd caught himself fantasizing about her while making love to his wife.
