day at the dentist

Karen, 20, blonde, blue eyes

IC: Man, I hate going to the dentist. The drilling and the pain....and the smell. Ick. But I had to go. I'd been putting it off for too long. I'd just moved, so I'll being going to a new dentist. Maybe something'll be different. Maybe something will be better.....
 
Blaze Garcia

OOC: 23 years old, Hispanic, dark hair and eyes, 5'6", 105 lbs, 36B breasts

IC:
Damn men! Just yesterday, I caught my boyfriend of 3 years, Eduardo, cheating on me with, yes, a man! God, I am sooo pissed!

But I need to keep my act together and just do my job today. You see, I'm a dental hygienist, and I've had the sinking feeling for a while now that my boss, Dr. Richards, is about to fire me. I try hard, I really do, I just sometimes screw things up. What can I say, I'm a bit of a clutz. I can't lose this job, though. I'm so in debt, with a ton of student loans to pay, plus car payments, rent, and various other expenses, like, you know, food... So I really need to just focus...

Maybe, though, there's something I can do to help increase my chances of staying. I'd seen the good doctor checking out my firm ass on more than one occasion. Unhappy at home, perhaps? If I were to help out in that department maybe he could help me out in return. Just a thought...
 
dr.richards

another day at the office after another fight with my ex wife on the phone.Work was my only release.the smiling face of my nurse who to be honest is a bit of a clutz but has a good heart so she will be on my staff a while.even though i think she thinks im gonna fire her.I guess you could say part of the reason im keeping her is because she is very cute.As i walk past her i say "Morning," and head to my office...


OOC:by the way heres my profile

david richards
26

black hair pale blue eyes
6`1
divorced father of 1

having trouble with getting custody of his son damien 2 years old
 
Blaze

IC:
I glance up from my breakfast of a donut and coffee when Dr. Richards walks through the lobby, past the receptionist's desk where I'm sitting and into his office. "Good morning, Dr. Richards!" I say in response to his brisk "Morning." Smiling brightly, I am determined to be cheery and efficient today, putting my own problems to the side. Hopping up, my perky breasts bouncing a little under my starchy white dress, I follow him, pushing a loose strand of my thick, dark hair back into place behind my ear. "Is there anything I can get for you, sir?"
 
It was early still, but I figured, the sooner I get it over with.... I poked my head inside the reception area. Nice. Cozy. Warm. But that smell...it was there, taunting my brain. I could feel the dizziness setting in. I stepped inside, looked around. The place was empty. No one behind the desk. I looked down at the table. A Highlights magazine from 1982. Hmmm.... I looked at a plant, potted in the corner. I could almost hear it whispering to me, "I gotta stay, what's your excuse?"
I picked up my purse, turned to leave...but just as I was moving to the door, a woman walked in. She was young (older than I, though), dark hair and eyes, and she looked kinda cute in that nurses uniform. Wait...what? Did I say she looked cute? I must be getting more dizzy than I thought.
"Can I help you?"
I just stared at her. My mouth wouldn't move. My legs stayed still. And I just stood there staring at her.....
 
Blaze

Hearing the door open, I told Dr. Richards, who hadn't answered my question, "I'll be right back." Smiling, I turned to walk out the door, making sure to wiggle my butt a tad more than normal. I could not lose this job!

Stepping behind the receptionist's desk, I saw a young woman sitting in the waiting room. "May I help you?" I asked, but she just looked at me with a dazed expression. I understood that people were sometimes scared of the dentist, and sometimes even the dentist office itself. "Oh, you're the new patient coming in this morning, right? Well, it'll be okay, honey," I said, reassuringly. "Dr. Richards won't bite. Umm, our regular receptionist called in sick, so I'll need just a minute to get the proper paperwork in order."
 
"Oh, uhm...ah...thanks..."
I put my purse down and sat. I guess I couldn't run now. I looked up at the receptionist as she shuffled through papers and sifted through forms. I gazed at her face, noticed the soft curve of her cheek, her cute little chin, the nape of her neck....
I shook my head. What was I doing? What was I thinking? I picked up the Highlights magazine and tried to find the key hidden somewhere in the picture. My eyes kept wandering over the magazine to glance up at the receptionist. I pulled my eyes back down. Hey, there's the key. There's the...what is that? A penis? What? No, a pencil. And there's a...what?...a nipple? No, a thimble. And what is that? I don't even want to think about what that is.... I shook my head again to clear it. The smell in this place was definetely getting to me.
Squirming in my chair, I looked back up at the receptionist. Her dark hair curled down her neck, her dark eyes, so deep....
"Uhm...excuse me, where's the little girl's room?"
 
Blaze

As she sat there with a magazine and I sorted through insurance forms and patient registration documents, I could feel a tension in the room... "Weird," I thought. Out of the corner of my eye, I kept seeing her look up at me, then down to the magazine. Up, down. She sure was looking at me funny... kinda like how I find myself looking at Dr. Richards sometimes... uh, oh, that's not good... Although men have been very jerky to me lately. I wonder if a woman would treat me better?

"The restroom? Oh, yes, well, our halls are kinda confusing, so why don't I just take you there. Follow me, please."

I led her through the twisty halls to the back of the building and opened a door for her. "Here we are," I said, smiling back at her and moving to the side to allow her to enter. "By the way, what's your name? I'd like to get started on some of those forms for you, or you'll be filling them out all morning."
 
"Thanks. Uh...Karen...Smith."
I walked past her into the ladies' room. After she'd left, I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. "Get a grip, kid," I told the image reflected there. I splashed some water on my face. Wiped it away with a paper towel. I started to refresh my make-up. I asked myself why I needed to, who I was doing it for. But I just shrugged the nagging questions off. I reached into my purse and pulled out my lipstick. I was just about to put it on, when I stopped. I looked back at my purse, my6 eyebrow arched. I reached back into my purse and pulled out my bright red, fuck-me lipstick. Feeling a bit naughty (and a little confused about my own actions), I slid the lipstick across my lips. I checked myself again in the mirror to make sure I was perfect, and then went back out into the hall, made my way through the twisting hallways and back out into the waiting room. That smell was there again, fogging my mind. I walked up to the receptionist's desk. She sat there, busily filling out form after form with practised ease.
"Wow...you really fill those out well." As the words rolled past my lips, my gaze dropped down along her neck line and I found myself staring at her tits. I raised my eyes quickly back to her face, hoping that she hadn't noticed....
 
dr.richards:

I looked up and saw the nurse talking to a patient.I got up and walked out to the lobby."Hi im Dr.richards" and extended my hand "what can we do for you today," i asked...
 
Blaze

"Oh, Dr. Richards, this is your new patient, Karen Smith." I was glad for his interruption, as a tension had surfaced again in the waiting room and her compliment almost sounded like a... pick-up line? I could feel her eyes on my cleavage (I had unbuttoned a few of my top buttons, hoping Dr. Richards would notice and give me brownie points.) I couldn't stop my body from responding to her gaze. My cheeks had flushed prettily, and I could feel my nipples becoming taut. Looking up at her, I realized that her time in the bathroom had been well worth it. Not only had her make-up been refreshed, but also instead of looking distressed and scared she appeared calm and... flirty? I smiled at her as she stared into my eyes, and then I turned to the dentist, saying, "I'm just about done with these forms. Karen will be ready to go with you in a second."
 
I turned to meet the detist. He was not at all what I was expecting. Dentists are supposed to be old, wrinkly men...but here was this guy, this tall, dark, and, well, cute! I stared for a moment, then smiled, took his hand and shook...briefly. I didn't want to be one of those people that never let go of a handshake. But did I release too soon? Was I...? Should I...?
"Karen, get a grip. You're not a little school girl anymore. Stop thinking like one." I thought.
But I couldn't stop. I was so...so...giddy. Must be that smell in here, fogging my mind.
And then I realised that I was still standing there, just staring into the doc's pale blue eyes...
I snapped back to reality, turned my attention back to the forms on the desk. The receptionist's hand, lightly holding the pen, gliding it across the page. Oooohh, she has really nice fingers, soft and graceful...I bet she'd be good at.... My mind trailed off. My tongue flicked out to lick my lips. I was starting to feel a little warm...my mind spinning...I leaned forward against the receptionist's desk, closed my eyes, tried to steady my breathing.....
 
Blaze

IC:

"There we go," I said, smiling at Karen as I finished the last form and set several papers and a pen up on the counter. "You'll just need to sign here, here and... here." Hmmm, she was appearing somewhat lightheaded, leaning on the counter, her eyes closed. The smell and the thought of drills and whatnot could do that to some people. "Are you okay, dear?... Dr. Richards, maybe you should help Karen to a seat. She's looking a little... pale."
 
I took the pen, signed all the lines that I was supposed to. I took a deep breath and stepped backwards, turning to follow the doctor. But I stumbled. And fell...right into the waiting arms of the Doc. I clung to him, hugging him close while I tried to steady myself. I regained my balance, but still felt a bit light-headed. I kept my arms around his neck. And I noticed that he wasn't too quick to take his from around my waist either....
 
Dr.richards

I helped her to a seat."get her a glass of water," i told my receptionist."Are you ok?" i asked her....
 
Uhm...yes, I'm fine, thank you.

I couldn't look up at him. He must think that I'm such a klutz. I was so embarrassed. I looked down, away from his face. My gaze traveled down over his chest (mmm...nice chest) And I found myself just sitting there, staring at his crotch....
 
Dr.Richards:

I couldnt help but follow her gaze to my crotch.It was strange but i looked at her and gave a faint smile.I looked around and saw no one else waiting so i said"come on back and ill see what i can do," i motioned for her to follow."nurse ill need your help too," I said actually looking at her breasts.....
 
I stood and followed him. My legs were still a little bit wobbly, but I managed my way down the hall. We walked into a small room in the back. There was the normal stuff--a chair, sink, counters full of tools and equipment. I stood there, in the doorway, nervously waiting for further instruction.
 
Dr.Richards:

"have a seat in the chair karen," I said i put the little bib on her I looked back for the nurse."ok open and let me see what im workin with," i said...
 
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