Dan hadn’t been in his new somewhat decent basement apartment long just a couple of months. Before the large Victorian mansion next door snagged his curiosity. It was set back and surrounded by large mature trees and set away and above from the street and towered over the street, a grand Victorian beauty of red brick and steep gables.

Dan had only caught site of the owner a few times: a woman, who looked like she was in early forties, he guessed with fiery ginger red hair that tumbled past her shoulders in, bright waves.

She rarely left, the house it seemed, and the few times she did, Dan had caught her in medical scrubs either pale blue or green so doctor or nurse he guessed. She was a mystery, and Dan, a 32 year-old scraping by with sky high rent and cost of living issues, didn’t have the bandwidth to puzzle her out.

That changed the next week when Dan was walking home from the subway and spotted a help wanted Ad sign. It was pinned to a pole near the subway, flapping in the late May wind: Yard and house maintenance. Help wanted. $20/hr. Text (number) for full details.

He torn off a tag, and texted the number, and gotten a terse fast reply: Please come Saturday, 10 a.m. to meet me. But he

Was shocked when the address popped up and it was the house next door.

Saturday dawned gray and breezy. Dan pulled on a hoodie and jeans and ran a hand through his short dark blonde. He waked up the driveway past the mature trees observing the unkempt lawn, up the steps to the stately large wooden front door.

He knocked, quietly and waited shifting nervously on his feet. The door opened, and there she was the mysteries red headed woman.

Her name was Bridget Sullivan, and up close, she was breathtaking. She stood shorter than Dan had guessed from seeing her at a distance maybe 5,5. Her body had a lush hour glass figure of sultry curves, that he found rather sexy and inviting. Her fiery ginger hair framed a sweet heart shaped face.

While her skin was pale white, dusted with a faint sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks, she seemed young so he couldn’t really guess her age at all. But her eyes were one of the most striking aspects, piercing green like polished jade that fixed Dan with a quiet intensity that made his pulse stutter.

She wore a black sweater that clung to her full figure, accentuating a bust that had to be at least 38DD, and exercise legging that hugged her rounded hips and thick thighs.

She was beautiful in a way that felt effortless, raw, and a little dangerous in how attractive she was, or at least to Dan.

“You’re Dan right here about the yard and house job?” Her voice was low, velvety, with a trace of a faint Irish accent, that curled around her words.

“Yeah, uh, that right I’m Dan. I actually live next door.” He jammed his hands in his pockets, trying not to gawk at how stunning she was . “I saw your ad as I was coming home from work ahh…..Miss….”

“Miss Bridget Sullivan,” she replied, stepping aside with a small, welcoming gesture. “But please just call me Bridget, Come in, Dan. Let’s chat and will see if you’re a good fit for the job.”

Dan stepped into a cozy foyer, the air rich with the scent of citrus and lemon from a candle on a side table.

The house felt warm and feminine, meticulously cared for with high ceilings and delicate crown molding painted a soft creamy white, a wide wooden staircase curved upward with a gleaming mahogany banister adorned with a garland of dried flowers carved beautifully into the woodwork.

A plush runner in deep blue stretched across the hardwood floor, its edges fringed with gold. To the left, a living room opened up, with a plush sofa in soft rose pink with a large coffee table that held varies books, novels and a china teacup with a faint lipstick stain.

The walls were lined with floral wallpaper, and framed art hung on the wall. She led him past the staircase and into a sitting room, where with two large plush armchairs “please have seat,” Bridget said, gesturing to one of the plush armchair cushioned in royal purple

“So Dan you’ve done yard work before?”

“Ohh, yeah, helped friends several times, and I use to live in the countryside so I have experience.” Dan said, perching on the plush armchairs edge

“Mowed lawns, raked leaves, trimmed bushes helped out in the garden, check roofs, and did minor house repairs for my parents nothing fancy, but I’m good with my hands.” He winced internally at how that sounded, but Bridget just tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Ohh so you have some experience with gardening? The roses out back need tending they’re my pride and joy, but they’re getting a bit unruly.”

“I can handle roses no problem,” Dan said, nodding. “Use to take care of my moms. Got scratched up, but they always looked decent after I was done.”

She hummed, her gaze warm and steady. “Good to know, Dan. The house needs a bit of help too hauling some boxes from the attic, maybe fixing a squeaky hinge or two. You up for that?”

“Sure,” Dan said, glancing around at the tidy elegance. “This place is…rather impressive. It feels very cozy but….also elegant you lived here long?”

“Long enough,” she said, her tone softening as she smoothed a hand over the armchair. “It’s a Victorian built in the late 1880s. My husband and I restored it together before he passed. I keep it up now makes it feel like home. Too big for just me to maintain alone, though, so I could use some help.”

“Big job, then,” Dan said, taking in the polished wood and soft fabrics. “Yard and house work?”

“More than I can manage alone these days and I don’t want to hire a faceless corporation to hire me some sketchy maid or questionable maintenance person,” she admitted, her green eyes flickering with something maybe angry. “The garden’s my oasis, am thinking about installing a green house but the rest of the chores piles up. That’s why I advertised for yard and house work help,what’s your availability like Dan?”

“Weekends, mostly. I work a typical 9 to 5 corporate job weekdays, and commute by subway but I’m free after five if you need me on the weekdays as well.”

Her eyes studied Dan, sharp but kind. “Cash okay? No paperwork or T4?”

“Perfect,” Dan said, a grin tugging at his face keeps the greedy government away hate paying there taxes.”

Bridget chuckled softly this time, a sound of genuine amusement. “Fair enough, Dan. She looked at him a moment longer than nodded to herself. Start this afternoon the yard needs a good raking of all the old sticks and leafs. We’ll see how you do with that and then talk about further work.”

Bridget was more than happy with Dan’s yard clean up job, and it was agreed he would be brought on to help with the varies tasks she needed done. The weeks rolled with spring turning to summer, filled with mowing, raking, hauling junk, and trimming roses. The extra cash was a godsend, finally easing Dan’s financial struggle of rent and allowing him to enjoy some decent food and actually enjoy himself.

Bridget remained a quiet mystery in her home, she was warm yet guarded. “Careful near the roses, Dan,” she’d say when he trimmed, her voice lilting with care, or “Mind the rugs as your moving that” when he hauled boxes inside, her tone firm but gentle.

She’d linger just in the next room

when Dan worked indoors, her presence a mix of quiet oversight and something heavier, unspoken. A hallway on one side of the house had a solid locked oak door she’d declared off limits with a soft but firm “Don’t even try to go In there, Dan or you’re fired.” He didn’t push it was not his business and everyone has things they want kept private.

Then on the weekend he go a text Saturday morning.

[Dan can you come over today? I need some help moving bookshelves in the library. If you can come at 10:00 a.m. to do it I would appreciate it.]

He replied; [Sure no problem see you then] and at 9:55 he headed over.

The library was a warm haven of books and old oak, its walls lined with shelves painted a soft forest green, with a comfy reading chair beside a gas fireplace.

Bridget stood in the centre of the room, hands on her hips, with a green blouse that strained slightly over her substantial chest, her skirt swishing at her knees.

“Here we are, she said brightly showing him the livery. “Thanks for coming over on such short notice, if you can move those 2 book case over to that far wall I’m planing on adjusting the space.”

“Ya sure no problem” Dan replied, putting on his work gloves.

“As he began to try and move it he realized it was going to be some heavy lifts “Ahh so it is heavy?”

“Haha ya they are solid oak bit of a beast to move,” she said, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “But I know you’ll manage, Dan but take it slow no rush, and if you need water or a break just come down ok.”

Nodding he set to work, muscles straining to shift the solid bookcases over. He had one in position and was starting on the second when disaster struck. As Dan began to move the second bookcase a dusty metal globe hidden and wedged on the top broke loose and toppled from the peak, as he looked up it crashed into Dan’s mouth.

“He cried out in pain clutching his mouth as a searing pain pulsed through his mouth, and dropped to his knees, blood flooding his mouth and down his chin.

“Dan what happened are you alright!” Bridget was there in a heartbeat, kneeling so close Dan could smell her perfume a rich jasmine, scent that was heady. “Oh, hell that does not look good what happened? Let me see, Dan.”

He cautiously sat up and tipped his head back, groaning as he opened his mouth. Blood dripped down his chin, and Dan felt the jagged stump of one of his front tooth, snapped clean in half.

Bridget eyes flared, then sharpened with concern as she looked. “Hmmm goddess, I’m so sorry, Dan,” she said, her voice softening. “It’s a bit of a mess. Hold still I can fix this I’ll be right back.”

She darted off, leaving Dan dazed on the hardwood, blood continue to pooling in his mouth, and drip onto the floor. He tried to speak after her as she darted off “It’s fine, Immmm” but the words came out in a garbled mess and blood continued to drip out of his mouth, he wince in pain as his tooth throbbed.

Bridget returned in a flash with a pair purple surgical gloves and a small stack of gauze pads her movements swift but calm. “Shh quiet now just sit there and let me have a look, Dan,” she said, snapping the gloves onto her small, plump hands with a practiced snap.

She knelt by him again, her breath warm against Dan’s cheek, as she tilted his head up with a gentle but firm grip her one gloved hand holding his chin firmly. “Open wide

please let me have a look at your mouth Dan.”

He complied, still reeling from the pain, bleeding and her close proximity and sudden more dominating commands. Her gloved fingers parted Dan’s lips gently probing the broken tooth with a clinical touch. “Ouch hmmm,” Dan mumbled, flinching as she touched the jagged edge of the tooth.

“Shh, I know it hurts, Dan,” she said, her tone soothing yet authoritative. “Hmmm the crown’s split right through to the dentin. Bleeding’s from the gum line….here it looks like” She unfolded a thick square of gauze, rolling it deftly between her fingers. “Bite down on hard this, Dan it will hurt but you need to slow the bleeding.”

She packed the gauze square into his mouth, pressing it against the tooth with precision, her purple latex clad fingers cool and steady. “Harder….yes good. That’ll slow the bleeding down for now.”

Dan bit down, the cotton gauze soaking up blood, his eyes locked on her. She was so close those green eyes, that freckled nose, the way her hair framed her face. He tried to speak again “You don’t have to…helllpp” but it came out muffled, a slurred “Y’don’haffta.”

She chuckled, low and softly. “Don’t try

and talk, Dan, you’ll make it worse and bleed even more. Also I do have to, this is my fault I didn’t know that was on the top of the bookcase.” She sat back on her heels, wiping the blood from one of her latex gloves onto her skirt with no issue or concern. “Your poor front tooth’s in bad shape.” She paused considering something than nodded “Dan, I can help you but. Do you trust me?”

Dan nodded, his head still swimming from the pain, shock and her beauty, he couldn’t tell her out loud. Her lips quirked into a smile small, warm, and faintly triumphant.

“Good, Dan come with me.” She stood, grabbing him with one purple gloved hand, the latex cool and slightly tacky against his skin. She pulled him up and along the hallway, Dan woozily watching her curvy, sexy butt wiggle beneath her skirt each step a hypnotic sway of her hips and firm tight ass as they went down the stairs and finally reached the locked large oak door.

She unlocked it with a key from her pocket and pushed it open. As they stepped inside, Bridget flicked several light switches on the wall panel on. Overhead pot lights flared to life, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow.

They were in a large dental room as the lights came on a massive surgical light on the ceiling hummed gently to life as power feed to them. Dan looked around the room stunned at all the suite and all the state of the art medical equipment he saw around him.

In a corner a heart rate monitor state with an LCD screen. A pulse oximeter sat on a tray, its clip glinting, and a large flat-screen TV on the wall powered up, displaying digital X-rays of teeth in sharp grayscale.

Dan was stunned, awestruck by the high tech dental suite. Before he could process it, Bridget tugged his arm, pulling him inside.

“I was a dental surgeon, Dan,” she said, her voice softening as she glanced around. “Till my husband died a few years back. I don’t practice much anymore mostly consult and just keep this for…emergencies. But I can help you, Dan. That tooth needs help right now.”

As she said his Dan looked around the dental room, it was a stark contrast to the house’s cozy charm. The centerpiece was a wide, blue surgical dental chair, its padded surface contoured for serious procedures, flanked by multiple articulated arms some for holding trays, others with tool ports and power cords dangling for equipment.

A long counter stretched along one wall, cluttered cabinets and several digital screens and an X-ray arm poised on a long articulated arm nearby. A compact anesthesia machine sat against another wall, its steel surface studded with dials, tubes snaking into a wall conduit.

Two doors branched off: one labeled Lab, the other said Office, where Bridget now headed.

“Please sit in the dental chair, Dan,” she said, gesturing to the chair. “I need to change into something more appropriate for dental work. Stay put don’t and touch it I’ll be as quick as I can.” She slipped into the Office door, closing it with a soft click.

Dan sank into the dental chair, still clutching the gauze to his mouth, his mind reeling from her words and the change around him. His mouth throbbed, but Bridget with her beauty and that mesmerizing wiggle in her ass lingered in his thoughts help distract him from the pain.

The Office door opened a few minutes later, and Bridget emerged, transformed. Dan almost gurgled and chocked on the blood in his mouth. She now wore a white nurse’s dress uniform, crisp and tailored, hugging her curves. The hem stopped just above her knees, framing her delicious ass so round and firm. White pantyhose sheathed her thick legs, shimmering faintly.

She gathered her lush hair with both hands, twisting it into a quick, messy ponytail that spilled copper curls down her back. She crossed to a wall mounted box near the cabinets, pulling out a fresh pair of purple surgical gloves. She snapped them on with a pop, flexing her plump hands, and checking the latex gloves snug fit.

She opened a cabinet next, retrieving a blue surgical face mask. She carefully looped it over her ears, adjusting it with a gentle tug until it hugged her nose and mouth, the fabric crinkling as she breathed. She turned to Dan, eyes widening suddenly.

“Shit you’re bleeding through the gauze again, Dan,” she said, stepping closer. “That gauze isn’t holding up. We need to swap it.” She grabbed a fresh stack and leaned over him, her jasmine scent washing over him. “Open up, wide Dan.”

He tried “Ih’s okay….” but it came out a wet “Ih’s ‘kay,” blood seeping past and down his chin. She tutted, as she peeled the sodden cotton out with a gloved hand.

“No, it’s not okay, Dan its a mess,” she said, inspecting his bloody tooth. “Gum’s torn a bit. Here” She rolled a thicker gauze stack and packed it in, pressing firmly. “Bite, Dan but Harder. There we go.” She stepped back, grabbing a dental mirror. “I need to take a proper look hold still, Dan.”

Dan shifted in the chair “Wha’cha doin’?” but she pressed a hand to his chest, smirking as he tired to talk with the wade of gauze in his mouth.

“Stay still, Dan, you,” she teased. “You’re worse than a kid just let me work and see your tooth.” She tapped a foot pedal, and the chair whirred, lowering smoothly until Dan was lying flat, his body stretched out beneath her. She loomed over him, and taping another button and the large surgical light blazed to life as she angled the mirror into his mouth, and pulled the bloody gauze out with one hand.

“Ih hur’s,” Dan mumbled, squirming and trying to not moan in pain as the tooth throbbed.

“Shhh I know, love,” she said, peering at the tooth critically for a moment as she angled the dental mirror to see it from all angles.

She breathe out and gently put the gauze back in and closed his mouth firmly

“Dan, I’m sorry really this is worse than I thought. Your front tooth missing the bottom and is cracked clean in half, right down to the root. I can see the pulp’s exposed that’s why it’s bleeding so heavily. I can’t save it in that condition I’m afraid” She took another breath and Dan had a feeling he knew what she was going to say.

“I’m sorry Dan but I’ll need to extract it now to stop the bleeding. I’ll numb you and give you nitrous gas alright, Dan it will be quick and painless I promise?”

“Hmmm noooo” he gurgled shacking his head for a moment at the news. But then he looked down sadly the blood was continuing to seep out of his mouth before he looked up and nodded, a muffled “Yeh okkk.”

Bridget smiled behind her blue mask, green eyes crinkling. “I know Dan it’s hard but let’s get you comfortable ok.” She got up and wheeled the anesthesia machine closer, positioning it behind the headrest.

She went to the counter and opening a drawer pulled out several green and blue nasal masks, and bring them over and testing one against Dan’s nose, then another, her breasts brushing his cheek, as her jasmine scent and sterile fabric mixed together in a dizzying cocktail.

She settled on a medium blue one, holding it up. “This one’s a perfects fit it will be nice and snug,” she said, clicking it onto the anaesthesia end hose with a snap and looping the tubing over Dan’s head with slow care. She then leaned over pressing the nasal piece firmly against his nose, adjusting it until it sealed snuggly over his nose.

“How’s that feel, Dan? Tight enough? No air sneaking in? But comfortable?”

Dan swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous as the nasal mask hugged his face, his breath quickening. “Ih’s… snug,” he mumbled, the gauze thick.

“Good, Dan,” she said, her voice softening. “Don’t worry it’s supposed to feel secure. Keeps the gas in, but please don’t be nervous you will be feeling much better

In a minutes. I promise I’m am a dentist so I know what I’m doing.” She leaned over and tapped on the machine’s control panel, twisting a dial, then flipping a switch.

The anesthesia machine hummed to life with the tubes hissing faintly, the panel lighting up with soft beeps as she adjusted a slider and tapped a button. “I’m starting it now, Dan,” she said sweetly, resting a purple gloved hand on his cheek, her touch warm and calming.

“Your going to smell a sweet scent just take nice slow deep breaths through your nose slow and steady. In… out. Like that. You’re safe, Dan I’ve got you and will take care of you I promise.”

The gas flowed started cool and sweet and as he breathed the gas his tension began to eased under her touch. “Keep going, Dan,” she urged, settling onto the dental stool beside him, and picked up a stethoscope from a side pocket on the machine and briefly listening to his heart beat. As she bet forward her legs parted slightly and her skirt rode up. “Big breaths now Dan let the gas fill your lungs. Tell me when you start to feeling a little hazy ok.”

From his downward angle in the chair, Dan had a perfect view up Bridget skirt. The white pantyhose stretched tightly over her deliciously thick thighs and as his eyes move higher up. He gave a small gasp as he could see her crotch, it was sheer enough to reveal that Bridgette was not wearing panties! He could see the dark shadow of thick, curly orange pubic hair through the sheer white fabric. No panties his mind went into a hazy overdrive going under the effect of the gas grappling with the discovery it was just only white nylon pantyhose clinging to her bare mound.

His breath hitched, as he saw it as his arousal spiked mixing with the gas.

“Ih’s… weird….soo hazy,” Dan slurred, the room starting to get a little soft around the edges . “Hmmm that is Perfect, Dan,” Bridget said, her hand lightly strocking his cheek as she removed the stethoscope from her ears and loped it around her neck.

“That is the gas starting to kicking in. You will start to feel tingling in your mouth and fingers shortly?”

“Yeh… tingly…fuzzzz,” Dan mumbled, eyes still locked on her crotch.

“Lovely, Dan,” she said. “Keep breathing deep and slowly. You’re doing brilliant. Just let that floaty feeling sink into you?”

“Yeh… floa’y,” Dan garbled, head lolling. “Y’r… cute, Bridget so prettyyyy.”

She chuckled, softly. “Am I now, Dan? We’ll thank you. Just focus on breathing in… out. How’s it feeling?”

“Goo’… y’r pretty,” Dan slurred, the gas dragging his words and making him feel more brave to tell her things.

“Haha Well, aren’t you sweet, Dan?” she said, her tone playful. “Keep breathing nice and deep. You’re almost there.” She checked his pulse fast but steady then his eyes, pupils wide showing a slight glassy response.

“You’re under now Dan just relax, I’ll take care of everything.” She pressed a purple gloved hand to his chest, firm and commanding. “Don’t move, Dan I will be right back I just need to prepare the tools.”

She stepped away, returning a few minutes with a dental tray balanced in her gloved hands.

The tray a sleek rectangle of stainless steel, was set on one the articulated arms and she pulled it over to rest near his head. On it rested two large dental syringes, their barrels filled with clear liquid, capped with long, thin needles that glinted menacingly.

Beside them sat a pair of extraction pliers, their steel jaws curved and serrated for grip, the handles wrapped in pink rubber for precision. A suction tool lay next to them a slender, angled wand with a perforated tip, its hose coiled neatly, ready to connect to the toolbar along with a water gun. A small stack of gauze squares, and a small paint brush like tool with a small jar completed the items on tray.

She connected the suction hose and water to the toolbar on the chair’s side, flipping a switch. They hummed to life, a low gurgle echoing as she tested the suction wand vibrating faintly in her gloved hand. She leaned over Dan, her skirt riding up more, as she did he reached out, brushing his fingers along her thigh lightly.

She spread her legs further for balance on the stool examining his front tooth with the dental mirror as she pulled the soaked bloody gauze roll from his mouth. Its reflective surface catching the light as she tilted it expertly into his mouth.

“I’m really sorry, Dan,” she said, her voice softening with regret as she peered at the damage, the mirror revealing a stark, jagged break where his front tooth had once stood whole, the enamel splintered down to the gum line. “I really messed up your smile and your front tooth, it’s split clean through.” She murmured as she set the mirror back on the tray with a soft clink.

Let’s stop your tooth from bleeding so much to start than we can really begin. She unscrewed the small vial and taking the odd paint brunch tool dabbed it in, and started to gently paint the tooth and gum line. “This so a special blood clotting agent it will slow the bleeding so I can work on your tooth” she explained as she pained his front tooth front and back.

Dan could feel an odd. tingly feeling and the bleeding seems to slow and almost stop after she did several applications with the brush.

“Ok now that’s done let’s numb your mouth up Dan,” she said, as she nudged is mouth open gently with a gloved thump. Her purple gloved fingers massaging his gum slowly, kneading the tissue with firm, circular motions. She picked up one of the large dental syringe from the tray, angling it carefully, and gently pushed the needle into Dan’s gum.

He watched her tight purple latex hand grip the barrel, her thumb pressing the plunger down with deliberate slowness, the numbing agent lidocaine seeping in. She tugged his gum slightly as she injected, and Dan felt the front of his mouth starting to go numb, a heavy, tingling sensation spreading fast.

“First one’s done, Dan,” she said, pulling the needle out and setting it back on the tray. “One more to go.” She picked up the second, massaging his gum again, then slid the second syringe in, repeating the slow plunge. Dan’s eyes continued to stare at her tight gloved hand, the purple latex gleaming under the surgical light as the numbness deepened.

Dan’s hand was at its side and as she worked and due to the gases affects his hand drifted until he hit her white pantyhose. He hesitated, as he brushed her pantyhose clad thigh but he was feeling rather aroused as he looked up Bridget as she finished with the second syringe. His hand rested on her leg lightly and after a moment he started to inch higher up her leg gently feeling her warm thigh in the pantyhose.

She than adjusted her position slightly

On the stool as she finished inching closer as she massaged his gum after the second syringe. Dan took a breath feeling the gases hazy effect he couldn’t resist this opportunity. As he just found Bridget was just so dam sexy.

He reached up further his hands lightly tracing her white pantyhose until he was at her crotch. He reached out with his finger tips pressing his fingers gently against her crotch. He could feel the heat of her vagina through the nylon, as he traced the material feeling the thick lush curls of her pubic hair distinct and firm under his fingers.

Confirming he was not imagining things she had no panties on, just bare skin beneath the nylons.

She faltered, as he lightly touched her a soft “Ohhh” escaping her lips through the surgical mask, her hand pausing mid motion to put down the syringe. After a long minute she continued, setting the syringe down with a soft click.

Emboldened that she didn’t say anything, Dan began tracing her vagina’s outline, his fingers exploring the coarse texture of her hair, as he did the nylon started growing slightly damp under his touch as he played with her lips, feeling the soft give of her vagina, and the silky curls pressing back.

She sighed, shifting her hips subtly. “Right, Dan,” she murmured, leaning closer, “we’ll let the numbing sink in a while before I continue.” She than began to slowly grind her crotch against his hand, the dampness spreading, as he started to make Bridget aroused till the pantyhose got wet and clung damply to her crotch, and Dan gasped, a muffled “Fuh…” as he almost fingered her wet vagina.

She sighed again and pulled back from his hand. “Okay, Dan, time to finish with your poor tooth,” she said, her tone firming. She gently felt his mouth with her gloved fingers, probing the front of his mouth. “It’s getting nicely numb, Dan perfect we can get started.”

She paused, then added, “Extractions can be scary, and since you’re not restrained, I’m going to cover your eyes with a blindfold. It’ll help keep you relaxed and not get agitated.” She stood, twisting the dial on the anesthesia machine and tapped a button on the controls.

Dan felt the gas surge through the nasal mask, thicker and stronger now. Bridget got up and grabbed a black blind fold from a cabinet and returned sitting over him “Breathe deep, Dan,” she said sweetly, leaning over him, the surgical light haloing her face behind the blue surgical mask. “You won’t see anything now till after I extract your tooth. You alright, Dan?”

“Sleep’y… y’r so cute Bri…,” Dan mumbled, voice thick with the gases increased effects.

She chuckled, brushing his cheek with a purple latex gloved hand. “You’re a charmer, Dan. Keep breathing nice and slow. You’re doing so well, love.” She slipped the blindfold over his eyes, securing it. “Just let go, let the gas take you to a nice happy floaty place where everything fades. I’ve got you.” She whispered seductively.

Dan’s mouth started to close slightly, the numbness making it slack, but she nudged it open with her latex gloved thumb, the cool rubber pressing against his lip. She angled the suction wand into his mouth, sliding it along his gum. It gurgled, sucking away excess blood with a wet, rhythmic sound as she worked.

His world shrank, her voice a distant echo “That’s it, Dan, deep breaths, you’re almost out” and the gas pulled him under, slow and dreamlike. It felt like his body was floating into a hazy, cloud with soft sounds. He vaguely felt her gloved hands at his mouth, the pliers gripping his tooth, then a twisting motion, followed by a sharp pulling pressure that built and peaked with a faint pop.

A slight sting followed, then something thick probably gauze was pressed hard against the socket, the metallic taste of blood swirling in his foggy mind.

Sensations drifted as he floated and than he felt cool air brush his crotch, with his jeans tugged open, his hard cock sprang free as the cool air touched it once it was freed. A low moan escaped him, arousal spiking as purple gloved fingers slid along his length, teasing, and stroking the sensitive underside of his shaft with a featherlight touch.

Then a warm, wet sensation enveloped his cock, with a wet feeling like a tongue swirling in lazy, deliberate circles, sending shivers through his dazed body. “Such a good patient, Dan so your big and yummy,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper in the echoey floaty cloud he was in just before darkness swallowed him completely.

He woke with wade of gauze in his mouth, a dull pulsing ache where his tooth had been, and a wet spot on his jeans. Bridget was nowhere to be found, but as he slowly got up off the dental chair he saw a pink sticky note on the counter,

“Dan, sorry I had to step out for an emergency dental consultation. I couldn’t stay till woke up. The extraction went smoothly and socket looks clean, and should heal well, but it’ll be sore for the next few days. Come back next Saturday I’ll check the extraction site and give you a full dental exam to make sure everything’s alright. Here’s a prescription for pain meds hydrocodone, take it easy and use them if you need it. Rest up, and please come at 10 a.m. next Saturday, I’d like to take my time with you. B”

Beside it lay a neatly written prescription slip, her signature a tight, elegant scrawl.

Dan stumbled home, holding the gauze to his front tooth socket, with the taste of blood and latex still in his mouth. As he walked into his basement apartment images of Bridgets her white pantyhose and purple latex gloves flashed in his mind haunting him. As he fell asleep that night he began counting the days till next Saturday, and seeing the beautiful and mysterious Bridget again.

End: Chapter 1

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