I laid horizontal. My arms at my side, my feet gently crossed. I pulled my dress to ensure the fabric was taut and without crease. Perfect. I was fresh. I was clean. I was ready for him. The clock on the wall read 2:41.
“I hope he comes soon.” I thought.
And as if my thoughts cued his entrance, I heard him walk in from behind.
“Hello.” he said. The light directly above only allowed a vision of a silhouette as he took a seat next to me. I squinted. I attempted to shield the light with my right hand as the light suddenly dimmed. He was always one step ahead of my needs.
Finally, I saw him. It had been six months since our last encounter. He looked the same in his white coat. He always did. Tousled hair, soft features, and a smile that said ‘I’m about to make a bad joke.’
“So I hear we’re removing all your teeth today, right?”
There it was.
“Please don’t do that, doctor.” I laughed and felt myself blush.
“Okay, okay.” he conceded. “But I do need to take a good look inside you.” He revealed two white gloves. I jumped at the snap of the glove hitting his wrist.
“Nothing to be nervous about.” he assured.
I wasn’t nervous. But it was now 2:45pm and I had to be back at the office by 3pm. ZocDoc didn’t have any morning appointments. I knew this would be cutting it close. I was always pushing my limits.
I opened my mouth wide and kept eye contact with him as I did. He instructed me to move my tongue to the right. To the left. Bite down. Open wide. Swallow. Was he punishing me with his endless demands? Did I do something wrong? I know I didn’t floss enough, but this was oral torture meant for a reckless child. I writhed in the chair as he writhed his fingers in my mouth. I thought I might scream or bite or spit. But right before I completely leaped the ledge of my sanity his hands departed.
“Perfect.” he said. His compliment suffocated my frustrations and my insides flittered. I was a good girl. I didn’t disappoint.
“Looks like you’re all set here.” He rotated in his chair, like the Earth on its axis, and returned not with a sunset, rather a small bag that included a toothbrush, floss and a mini mouthwash. I gasped with delight. I needed mouthwash.
“Thank you.” I said. My body slowly returned to a sitting position.
“We’ll see you in six months.” he said, his 5’ 8” frame towered above me.
“Yes. Yes you will.” I stood up from the seat and faced him, separated only by the paper bib I forgot to remove.
“Oh, one more thing.” He turned back around, grabbed something and put it in my hands. “Remember…” he said with a smile.
I looked down and smiled to myself. I knew exactly what he wanted me to say.
“Brushing alone is never enough.” I whispered. But when I looked up from the Waterpik pamphlet he was already gone.
Carolyn Busa is a sexually peaking woman. This is her first attempt at erotic fiction. She'd like you to know her dentist has a weak handshake.