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Doctor Drill

Thanks to my Favourite Lushie for the story idea.... Chloe eyed the screen of her phone, recognising the dentist’s number. It was Friday and she was assumed they wanted to confirm her appointment which was scheduled for early Monday. She took the call to hear the Rothmans voice of Aunt Mavis on the other side. Mavis smoked a lot and it still flummoxed her how she was kept on as she was more in the basement smoking than at her desk answering telephones and making appointments. “Good morning Dear,” Mavis rasped into her ear. “Fine thanks Aunt Mavis, and yourself?” Mavis had been at the practice for years and she should have retired already. However, she was kept on and Chloe remembered fondly how she had been there as teen and afterward both her daughters as well. Perhaps some habits didn’t die well? Mavis contradicted the obvious and stated she was still doing well despite talk that her health was taking strain. “Doctor had a cancellation and wanted to know if he could fit you in this afternoon?” She continued, “You have not been here for a while and he thinks while he has a good amount of time available to give you a good check-up?” Chloe looked down at her attire and took stock. It was Friday and she was not really dressed for the dentist. If she stood up, her black skirt sat about mid-thigh and seated it rode halfway up her toned thighs. Her blouse left little to the imagination, smoky chiffon with a strong hint of her lace bra underneath. As she was supposed to meet ...

... Grant, her boyfriend straight after work, she had killer five inch heels slipped over her stockinged feet. She was not dressed slutty but rather revealing as she had hoped for some attention. Grant had been a bit inattentive to her and her desires and needs the past two week and she was hoping her attire would entice some action later. “What time would that be, Mavis?” she asked, quickly trying to calculate if she could stop at home on the way and perhaps pull on some jeans. Her dentist Marc, was quite hunk with perfect bedside manners. His shock of sometimes unruly hair and his deep blue eyes made her shiver. Dedicating a naughty though or two to Marc, made her want to sometimes dress exactly the way she was dressed at that moment. Risky, taunting, seductive, leaving the rooms with an after though of her firmly embedded in his mind. If his mind was a runner she would not really know. But she did notice a lecherous look from him the last time she was there. It had left her panties slightly damp and her breathing heavier than normal. So, considering her current attire, she was more mature than daring arrive for her appointment like that. She was beyond risking him see more of her legs than was necessary or, perhaps a hint of her firm butt. Not that she did not have the body to show. She was simply not into teasing and putting herself on show like a horny young filly needing a bit of attention. No; that she reserved for Grant. Mavis brought her back to the present. “It is three ...