I went to the dentist's office for a cleaning not long ago. The hygienist I see is named Jodie, and she's always very nice to me. She's quite petite; I'd say not quite five feet tall, with blond hair, a dazzling smile and a vivacious personality. She's usually very professional while I'm in the chair, but I have to confess that now and then, when I'm reclining there with my mouth open, and all I can see are her gorgeous green eyes, I have to distract myself to keep from getting a stiffy.
I got there at the appointed time, and as usual, I had to wait a few minutes for her to finish up with the previous patient. Often, when I'm in for a cleaning, the dentist comes in to examine my mouth and check for problems, but as soon as I got to the chair, Jodie told me that the dentist had taken off for the rest of the week. That'd make thing go faster, I thought. As fun as Jodie is, I didn't really want to be there any longer than necessary. At least that's what I thought at first.
Jodie was in rare form that day. I enjoy being flirted with, and Jodie is good at it. She asked how things were going, and of course, she touched my arm and flashed me those lovely teeth. By the time she actually started working on my teeth, I was already feeling the effects of her charms.
In between rinsings, I made a few stabs at being charming; I told her that I was already hypnotized by her beauty, so she wouldn't need to play soothing music. You get the idea; I know, it was lame, but she seemed to be enjoying it. Most of the time, though, I couldn't talk, so she talked to me. She has a sexy, husky kind of voice; you know what I mean: mostly kitten but with a little tiger mixed in for fun. She was talking about a movie she had recently seen, and how the leading man, Douglas Harknoy, made her weak at the knees, and while she was talking her voice trailed off a bit. I could tell that thinking about the actor was making her somewhat horny, so I decided to press my luck.
When she took her hands out of my mouth the next time, I asked her what she'd do if Douglas Harknoy himself came knocking on her door. "First I'd invite him in," she said, conspiratorially, "and then I'd mix him a drink, and then I'd throw myself at him shamelessly." She winked.
Just at that moment, the receptionist, Helen, stuck her head around the door. "My kid is sick at school," she said. "I'm going to have to go get him and take him home. Can you get the phone if anybody calls?"
"Sure," Jodie said. "I hope it isn't anything serious."
The receptionist assured her that it was more annoying than serious, and said she'd be back in a couple of hours. Jodie glanced at me, and I caught a glimpse of a smile twitching at the corners of her sexy mouth. As the receptionist was leaving, the other hygienist, Myra, came back from lunch. Myra is a competent hygienist, but she's one of those people who takes any opportunity to slack off. She leaned on the doorframe and chatted with Jodie while I sat there with my mouth open.
"I noticed that Marceau's is having a shoe sale," she said.
Jodie said something about liking the shoes there.
"If you could take my last appointment," Myra said, "I could go scope out the merchandise."
"What time is the appointment?" Jodie asked.
"Not 'til four," Myra said.
Jodie said "Hmmmm."
"I'd make it up to you," Myra said. "I'll take an appointment for you sometime."
Jodie gave in. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that as soon as Myra left, I'd be alone with Jodie for an hour, maybe two, depending on whether Myra's appointment was prompt.
Jodie went back to work on my teeth.
"What were we talking about?" she said.
