The Dentist

Text by Susan Strict.  Artwork by Rodzo.

Mr Throgmorton sat back in the dentist’s chair.

Despite the pain in his tooth and the inevitable discomfort he knew was to come, he did rather enjoy his visits to the dentist’s surgery. Quite apart from giving him an hour or so away from the stress of his job, it was decidedly pleasant to have the young female dentist and her very attractive blonde assistant giving him their undivided attention. He relaxed as the chair was lowered so that he was almost in a lying position.

"This may hurt a little, Mr Throgmorton," said the dentist as she checked the tooth requiring attention. "I need you to keep completely still."

"That’s OK," he replied as soon as she had removed her gloved fingers from his mouth. "I don’t mind a little pain."

He said it jokingly, wondering whether she might perhaps take the hint. She ignored his comment, busying herself with the drills and implements neatly laid out on top of the trolley at his side.

"Keep still now," she warned again, pressing the button to start the drill and carefully directing it onto his painful tooth.

"Aaaagh," he spluttered as the drill touched the tooth, jerking violently in pain.

"Now now, Mr Throgmorton," she scolded him mildly, pulling the drill away from him. "I warned you I needed you to keep still. I can’t possibly do this if you keep moving around. Are you sure we can’t give you the anaesthetic?"

He shook his head. There was not enough time. Much as he really did enjoy their attention, he really needed to get back to the office. Waiting fifteen minutes or longer for the anaesthetic to take effect really was not an option. In any case, they charged extra for the anaesthetic, and he was uncomfortably aware his bank balance was already far in the red. He was more than a little surprised his last cheque to the dentist had not been returned unpaid.

"Just get on with it. I need to get back," he told her grimly.

Again she directed the drill to his tooth, and again he convulsed with pain.

"This is no good," she said. "If you won’t have the anaesthetic then we’ll have to strap you to the chair to keep you still. Otherwise I simply can’t do this."

"All right," he said doubtfully. "Do whatever you need to do."

The dentist nodded to her assistant. At once, she unbuckled straps from underneath the chair and re-buckled them firmly over Mr Throgmorton, over his legs and over his chest.

"If you would just put your arms down either side of the chair, Mr Throgmorton," she asked politely.

He let his arms dangle over the edges of the comfortable, padded chair.

"Perfect," she told him. She buckled each of his wrists, joining them together by the short strap underneath the chair.

"Is that really necessary?" he asked, "It’s not very comfortable."

"Oh yes," she assured him, nodding vigorously, "If your arms flail around then the rest of your body moves too."

He could not move. Suddenly he felt very vulnerable, and more than a little concerned.

"We’ll start now," the dentist told him. "Just tell me if you want me to stop, and we’ll take a break. Jenny, could you go and fetch Mr Throgmorton’s records for me, please. You can write them up while I’m finishing off, but I’ll need some assistance in the middle for the filling."

Jenny left the room, re-appearing moments later with a thick file in her hands. "You might want to look at this before you go any further," she told the dentist.

"Oh dear," said the dentist when she read the first sheet of paper in the file. "Mr Throgmorton, you really seem to be having some trouble paying your bills. Your last cheque seems to have bounced."

"I’m sorry," he said nervously, "There must be some mistake."

"If there’s a mistake," she said angrily, "Then you made it. No-one bounces cheques on me."

"Look," he said, "It’s probably the bank’s mistake. Forget the treatment today, and I’ll get the money sorted out."

"Have you the money with you to pay for your last treatment?" she asked.

"Not with me," he said apologetically, "But I’ll get it as soon as I can."

"Not good enough, Mr Throgmorton. Not good enough at all."

"Well there’s nothing else I can do. I’ll pay you when I’ve got it," he said.

"You’ll just have to pay for it another way, Mr Throgmorton," she said determinedly.

The head of the chair to which he was bound suddenly dropped several inches as she pressed the lever, and he found himself now lying completely flat on his back.

"Hey!"

He was so startled by the sudden jolt that for several seconds he did not notice what she was doing. The realisation hit him with a jolt no less startling than the movement from the chair, as he found her sitting on top of his chest, the front of her white coat open and her legs either side of his head. She wore nothing under the coat, and taking the back of his head in one hand, she pressed herself towards his face.

"You can’t..." his voice was muffled and then cut off completely as his mouth was completely covered.

"Well I’m sorry, Mr Throgmorton, but if you can’t settle your account in the normal manner..."

As she pressed herself onto him, he was dimly aware of Jenny’s hands on the front of his trousers, undoing them and pulling them down to his ankles with some difficulty in getting them out from under the tight straps. She was taking off her tight white trousers and removing her knickers.

The dentist glanced round at Jenny. "You’re in luck, Mr Throgmorton. It looks as though Jenny likes you. Usually she’s only interested in playing around with the dental instruments, and you simply have no idea what she could do to you with something as ordinary as, for example, the high-speed electric brushes and a tube of abrasive paste."

He was not sure, but he thought he heard Jenny mutter something like "Plenty of time for that later."

"We’re going to have to make some more appointments for you, Mr Throgmorton," said the dentist, now thrusting her hips forward rhythmically against him. "No other dentist within a hundred miles will treat you when I tell them you bounced a cheque on me. So we will require a long course of treatment here, or quite simply you’ll never have any dental work done ever again anywhere. We’ll start, I think, by making an appointment for you every day for the next two weeks. You have an hour lunch-break from work, don’t you? That will do for a start. When we see how that goes, we’ll decide whether we really need some extended treatment in the evenings or weekends....."