At 35, Justin needed to find a new dentist after his longtime one decided to relocate to the east coast.

He had spent an evening at home browsing online, scrolling through dental practice websites near him. Dr. Monika Hoffman’s new practice caught his attention.

Her website was sleek, featuring a professional headshot: blonde hair framed a warm smile, piercing blue eyes sparkled, and her age appeared to be around 40, and was rather attractive which was always nice.

Her recent patient reviews praised her gentle technique and state-of-the-art equipment, and the practice was accepting new patients.

The location, was also steps from the subway, which was perfect for his commute. Drawn by her photo and glowing feedback, Justin decided she was the right choice.

The next morning, he called to book an appointment. A warm, grandmotherly voice answered. “Dr. Hoffman’s Dental

Practice Ruth the receptionist speaking how May I help you ?”

Justin requested a cleaning and checkup. Ruth scheduled him for the following Thursday at 2:30 PM, and confirmed his insurance details with a cheerful, “We’ll see you then, dear!”

After hanging up, Justin noted the date, satisfied he look forward to meeting his new dentist next week.

On day of the appointment, he walked from the subway station. Down Bloor street turning onto a side street the spring air feeling cool against his face. As a converted house came into view, its quaint exterior oddly calming. He climbed the short steps, opened the heavy wooden door with a cheerful (Dr. Hoffman Dental Practice) and stepped into the receptionist area.

The small front area of the house was the waiting area, it was cozy and inviting. A built-in counter ran along the left wall, cluttered with a computer, phone, and a vase of amusing Lego flowers.

Three plush armchairs, upholstered in soft gray fabric, stood across from it, their thick cushions beckoning by a large window. A polished wooden coffee table sat between two chairs, stacked with magazines like National Geographic and Time, alongside newspapers. A small TV above the counter played muted local news, forecasting sunshine and nice temperatures.

To the right, of the receptionist desk was a narrow hallway carrying faint sounds of dental tools a soft whine of suction’s hum. The air held that sharp antiseptic scent, a hint of mint, and the rubbery smell of latex.

Ruth, 59, an older grey hair grandmotherly type, looked up from behind the counter and adjusted her glasses.

“You must be Justin here for your 2:30pm,” she said, handing him a clipboard with forms. “Fill these out, dear, and we’ll call you when we’re ready.”

Justin completed the forms, returned them, and sank into an armchair, thumbing through a National Geographic until a sweet brunette in teal scrubs appeared.

“Justin? I’m Alexandra,” she said, her smile bright and her brown eyes kind.

At 29, she exuded gentle confidence as she led him down the narrow hallway. They passed a partially open door where a female patient reclined, with an Asian hygienist in purple scrubs, cleaning her teeth.

As the came to Dental Suite 2 Justin’s eyes flicked to a door further down labeled “Surgery One.” Alexandra noticed and said, “That’s for bigger procedures, like extractions & implants. You’re just here for a cleaning so don’t worry.” She opened the door to Dental Suite 2 and ushered him inside.

The dental room was small yet efficient. A reclining dental chair, upholstered in pale blue vinyl, dominated the center, flanked by two rolling stools one by the chair and one in the corner both had black cushioned seats.

A counter with cabinets stretched along one wall with multiple drawers and cupboards. A chrome faucet gleamed at the counter’s end. A bright dental light hung above the chair, its arm poised. The air carried an antiseptic tang, laced with a hint of mint from the polishing paste.

Alexandra seated Justin and clipped the blue paper bib around his neck, with a metal chain. “We’ll start with X-rays and a cleaning,” she said, draping a lead apron over his chest.

She retrieved purple latex gloves and a purple surgical mask from a pullout drawer. She tugged the gloves on with a deliberate pull, the latex stretching taut, emitting a soft snap at her wrists, a faint latex scent rising as she wiggled her fingers in the gloves.

She looped the mask over her ears, and snugged it over her mouth and nose. Justin’s gaze locked on the purple gloves, he had always enjoyed latex gloves combined with the clinical allure of a woman in scrubs.

Alexandra took digital X-rays, the machine beeping softly. Next she began cleaning his teeth with a vibrating scaler. She polished with a gritty mint paste, the flavor lingering.

After she rinsed and patted dry his mouth she stood up. “All done,” she said, snapping off her gloves with a quick tug, the latex peeling with a sharp pop, revealing the powdery interior as she tossed them into a bin.

She pulled her mask down under her chin “The dentist will be with you in a few minutes. Sorry, but I will have to leave as, I need to get my next patient in Dental Suite 1. It was nice to meet you!” She smiled as she left and closed the pocket door quietly behind her leaving him alone.

Justin glanced at the closed door, then quickly stepped to the counter and opened the drawer. Inside was a box of purple surgical masks and three boxes of purple latex gloves: Small, Medium, and Large. His eyes landed on the label “Latex, Purple, Extended Cuff, Size M.” Heart quickening, he grabbed several pairs, the latex cool and smooth In his hands, and stuffed several into his jeans pocket, the bulge discreet but exhilarating.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he quickly got back to the chair and tried to look casual and relaxed as the pocket door slid open.

Dr. Monika Hoffman entered, closing the door with a soft click. At 5’7”, she was chesty and curvy, her blonde hair in a neat bun. Her white coat lab coat hung open over purple scrubs, and her blue eyes sparkled.

Dental loupe glasses hung on a string dangling at her chest. “Hello, Justin, I’m Dr. Hoffman,” she said, shaking his hand firmly.

She sat on a rolling stool, with a smile. “Let’s get to know your dental health. Any tooth sensitivity or pain when chewing? How’s your flossing? Do you grind your teeth, or have jaw soreness? Any diet changes, like more sugary drinks or acidic foods? Any major dental work before, like fillings, root canals or crowns?”

Justin answered thoughtfully. “I get occasional sensitivity to cold drinks, but no pain when chewing. I floss most days, maybe skip a day. I don’t think I grind my teeth, and my jaw’s fine. Diet’s standard some coffee, occasional soda. I’ve only had one filling, years ago.” Her attentive nod put him at ease.

Dr. Hoffman smiled, taking notes on his file. “Good. That sensitivity could be early enamel wear. Consistent flossing is excellent, and no grinding is a relief. Coffee and soda can be tough on teeth. One filling is impressive at your age let’s see how everything holds up.”

She turned to the drawer and opened it to retrieve medium purple latex gloves and a purple surgical mask from the drawer. She eased the gloves on, the latex gliding with a soft rustle, snapping crisply at her wrists, a subtle latex scent wafting.

She looped the mask over her ears, pulling it below her chin. She reclined the chair, settled her loupe glasses over her eyes, and turned on the dental light, its beam sharp.

She studied the X-rays on the light-up holder, the images glowing. “Your X-rays look great,” she said, rolling back to the chair. She pulled her mask up, the fabric molding to her face with a soft rustle. As she picked up a dental mirror and an explorer pick, and bent down to examine his teeth.

“Tooth #1, upper right wisdom tooth, no cavities, intact, no impaction. Tooth #2, slight wear but no issues. Tooth #3, pristine.” She checked every surface. “Teeth #14 and #15, minor wear from grinding, not concerning. Tooth #32, no fillings, fine.” Gum depths were “2 to 3 millimeters, no bleeding. Bite’s aligned.” She set down her tools. “Your teeth are flawless, Justin. Slight wear, but no cavities or gum problems that I can see.”

She raised the chair, peeling off her purple latex gloves with a slow tug, and tossed them into the bin. She pulled her mask down and turned off the dental light. Her eyes lingered, a faint smile playing. “I don’t see any work that is needed,” she said warmly. “We’ll schedule you for a follow up checkup in six months.”

She paused, her blue eyes locking onto his with a playful glint of laughter. “But…are you sure there’s nothing else I could do?” she asked, her voice teasing.

“Maybe a filling or something more involved? I could take another look, if you’re curious.” Her smile widened, her fingers brushing the X-ray screen, her words charged with suggestion but her face saying she was just joking it seemed.

Justin’s heart leapt, excitement surging. (Is she serious?) The question ignited his secret passion for dental visits the drill’s whine, the snap of latex gloves and woman in medical scrubs. He craved a dental procedure ritual: tool clicking, a rubber dam tugging at his teeth, the whine of the dental drill.

He had only had ever needed the one filling years ago, his teeth being frustratingly perfect and not needing any work, leaving him yearning. “Does she know I want this? Or does she just enjoy drilling into teeth.”

The gloves in his pocket, their latex scent lingering, fueled his desire. An unnecessary dental procedures thrilled him, the drill carving his tooth, suction’s hum, her attractive face in a surgical mask work on him. (She’s offering me what I was secretly craving), he thought, his mind buzzing.

Her tone was teasing but he could swear he saw her own desires, or maybe she hoped he would play along with her own secret dental fetish.

After a five-second pause, he leaned forward, grinning with the same teasing tone. “Well, Dr. Hoffman, if you’re offering to take a closer look, I’m not saying no,” he said. “Maybe one or of my two teeth could use a filling, just to be safe. Or maybe more, if you think so. I trust you so please. Let’s make sure my teeth are perfect.”

His excitement and nervous energy were barely contained, as his eyes meet hers trying to sound casual and light as he posed the question.

Dr. Hoffman’s eyes sharpened instantly, studying him intensely. A slow nod followed, her lips curving into a cautious, delighted smile.

She turned to the X-rays and studied them for a moment before pointing at lower tooth first molar. “You know I think I missed something here, a slight shadow here on #30, possibly a medium sized cavity. Tooth #20, the lower left second premolar, also has a suspicious spot that I don’t like. Two fillings should fix the issue.”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, but she shot him a questioning concerned look, her brow slightly raised, as if waiting to see if he’d change his mind or question her more on this.

Justin’s throat tightened, a rush of adrenaline coursing through him. She’s really going to doing this, he thought, his excitement peaking. The idea of her carving into his completely healthy teeth, her latex gloved hands wielding the drill, was intoxicating.

He nodded, his voice steady despite the thrill and excitement he felt. “If you think they need it, please go ahead. I want to make sure my teeth are in perfect shape.”

Her smile widened as she adjusted her mask below her chin. She wheeled over to the pocket door and slid it open pocking her head out, as the cute looking curvy Asian dental hygienist he had seen early walked by, in snug purple scrubs.

“Ohh, Chloe, perfect timing!” Dr. Hoffman called. “Please can you prepare a composite resin restoration tray with bonding agents and curing light, two syringes of 2% lidocaine with epinephrine, topical anesthetic gel, and a rubber dam assembly for two teeth right away.”

“Sure doctor,” Chloe replied, smiling warmly. Justin admired her curvy body as she turned, he always preferred his woman with a little more curvy’s to them and she looked rather sexy.

As Dr. Hoffman turned back to him Chloe’s voice called from down the hallway, questioning, “Ohh, Dr. Hoffman, do you need me to assist you?”

Dr. Hoffman stuck her head out again and called back, “Yes, Chloe, please. Justin may require more extensive work, so your assistance would be super.”

Dr. Hoffman turned back to Justin, her expression happy and excited. “Chloe will be back in a jiffy, then we can numb you up and fix those cavities,” she said, anticipation thick in her voice.

She lowered the chair down, the mechanism humming, and angled the dental light to shine into Justin’s mouth.

A few moments later Chloe bustled in with two trays: one with a high-speed dental drill on it, composite resin, bonding agents, and curing light; the other with lidocaine syringes, topical anesthetic gel with Q-tips, and a rubber dam kit.

“I’ll retrieve additional burs in case you need them Doctor,” Chloe said. Justin watched her curvy ass excited she would be assisting the dentist for this.

Dr. Hoffman pulled on a fresh pair medium purple latex gloves, stretching them over her hands with a loud creak, snapping them forcefully at her wrists, the sharp latex smell strong.

She pulled up her purple surgical mask, the fabric molding tightly to her mouth with a soft rustle. She settled her loupe glasses over her eyes and snuggled up to the chair. “I’m going to start by dabbing topical anesthetic gel on your gums near #30 and #20, so I can insert the syringe and it won’t hurt ok,” she said.

She dipped a Q-tip into the topical anesthetic gel, coating the tip in orange gooey paste. Leaning close, her gloved fingers pulled Justin’s mouth open and pushed the Q-tip down massaged the gel into the gum line near tooth #30 with circular motions.

The gel felt cool at first, then an odd tingling sensation began to spread as he lost the feeling in the spot, with a faint bitter taste touching Justin’s tongue.

She repeated it with a fresh Q-tip near tooth #20, the tingle intensifying, dulling sensitivity as the latex scent lingered, amplifying his arousal and excitement. “Will just give the numbing gel a moment to settle in,” she said, tossing the second Q-tip aside.

Chloe returned, setting a small box of burs on the counter. She grabbed the second rolling stool from the corner and positioned it in the opposite side of Dr. Hoffman, she opened the drawer, and selected the medium purple latex gloves. Her small but plump hands looked slightly to large for the size Justin thought, but she pulled them on slowly, the latex fitting tightly, squeaking as it snapped onto her wrists, the glossy purple glove hugging her curvy plump fingers wonderfully.

She looped a purple surgical mask over her ears and pulled it up, her dark eyes sparkling, her black hair in a neat ponytail.

She snugged the mask tightly and sat, grabbing the suction and spray wands. “All set to assist you Dr. Hoffman,” she said, leaning forward tools ready.

Dr. Hoffman held up a large syringe, its metal glinting in the light. She pulled Justin’s mouth open, lining up the needle near tooth #30. “It’s teeth #30 and #20, right?” she asked, eyes searching his face again concern blooming for a brief second.

Justin’s heart quickened. She’s checking one last time to make sure I really want this as much as she does. He nodded, eager. “Y-yeah, ‘toooth fel’ a sen’si’ive…pleasseee fixx….check ‘em bo’,” he slurred, his words garbled by numbness.

Dr. Hoffman’s eyes crinkled about the surgical mask. “Don’t worry, Justin, I’ll take care of both your teeth,” she said, her voice excited. She massaged the gum near tooth #30 with her purple gloved hand, the latex scent mingling in the air.

She inserted the needle, into his gum the topical gel ensured no pain. Her gloved thumb pressed the plunger slowly, and Justin felt the cool rush of lidocaine with epinephrine.

A mild pressure gave way to tingling, spreading across his gum, then deepening into total numbness, his cheek and jaw growing heavy. The sensation thrilled him, watching her the gloved thumb press the syringe amplifying his arousal and anticipation. Soon I’ll feel the drill bit into my tooth, he thought, pulse quickening.

She repositioned and grabbed a fresh syringe for tooth #20, massaging briefly, then injected again. The cool liquid brought pressure, then tingling, the numbness enveloping his lower left jaw, his tongue thick. By the time she set the syringe down, his mouth was feeling heavily numb, and it felt exhilarating. The creeping numbness felt unique and was a promise of the drilling to come.

“We’ll give it a moment to set in,” Dr. Hoffman said, her voice pleased and eager. Chloe bent down, spraying cool water into Justin’s mouth, then suctioning it away with a gentle gurgle to remove the odd taste of the topical numbing gel.

“I’m stepping out to use the restroom for a moment,” Dr. Hoffman said. “Chloe, please set up the rubber dam around teeth #30 and #20.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Chloe said, grabbing a rubber bite block. “Open wide, cutie,” she said, placing it between Justin’s teeth, its sterile scent tasting of rubber and disinfectant. “I’m putting clamps on #30 and #20. You’ll feel pressure as I fit the rings around each tooth okay?”

She picked up an odd pair of pliers and positioned a metal clamp around tooth #30, the firm pinch snug but tolerable. She repeated for tooth #20. “Doing alright?” she asked looking down at him. Justin nodded, intrigued and enjoying the experience as well as admiring the cute Chloe.

Chloe picked up a dark green rubber sheet, its glossy surface emitting a strong rubbery scent.

“Now I’ll stretch the dental dam,” she said, punching two holes with an odd tool. “It keeps the area dry while we work. You might feel a tugging sensation as I clip it ok.”

She stretched the sheet over the frame, the green rubber creaking tautly, and maneuvered it into Justin’s mouth, fitting the holes around the clamps. The dam tugging at his gums, stretching tightly, its scent intensifying. She secured the frame. “There we go we’re all set,” she said.”

Dr. Hoffman returned a moment later. “Great job, Chloe.” She pulling on fresh pair of purple latex gloves, the latex snapping sharply, as she flexed her fingers. She settled her loupe back on and selected a tapered fissure bur, locking it into the high-speed dental drill with a click.

She inspected the bur’s alignment, then tested the drill, its shrill, high-pitched whine piercing the air, the dark green latex dam glistening under the dental light like polished emerald.

Dr. Hoffman and Chloe then bent toward Justin’s held-open mouth, their purple surgical masks, molding to their faces as the dental light illuminated their faces.

Dr. Hoffman held the drill, her left hand adjusting the light slightly. Chloe gripped both the suction and spray wands, her gloved fingers steady.

Dr. Hoffman’s loupes glinted in the light while Chloe’s dark eyes locked on Justin’s mouth, tools held ready, the latex scent mingling with the dam’s rubbery tang.

Justin felt an odd aroused thrill, his pulse racing at the bustling activity orchestrated all for him. The trays of dental tools glinting ready, the latex glove and surgical masks on to operate on him. The drill’s shrill whine it all ignited a strange incredible aroused excitement in him.

All this is for me, he thought, relishing Dr. Hoffman and Chloe’s attention, their energy centered on him and his teeth. The drill would shortly be carving his enamel how thrilling. They’re setting up to drill my teeth, and I’m the star. He felt like the center of a clinical spectacle, loving every moment.

Dr. Hoffman leaned closer, the drill poised above Justin’s mouth, its whine softening to a hum, the sharp bur tip glinting above tooth #30. The green dam glistened, framing his teeth, the purple masked faces intensifying anticipation. “Ready, Justin?” she asked, her voice eager, eyes meeting his through loupes.

Justin’s heart pounded. This is it. He couldn’t talk so he help up a hand up giving a thumbs up as he tried to hide eagerly and excited he was how slurred.

She chuckled, eyes crinkling, and focused. “Starting on tooth #30 now.” The drill’s whine surged, as she bent down and he felt contact as it bit into the enamel of hi molar, as a fine mist of tooth dust was thrown up.

“Chloe, suction on the lingual side I’m through the outer enamel.”

Vibrations tingled Justin’s jaw, thrilling him. “More water spray. I’m accessing the deeper dentin.” She switched to a round bur, the whine shifting. “Clear debris, Chloe.”

Dr. Hoffman then paused pulling the drill back. “Chloe, I need a spoon excavator for the cavity base.”

Chloe blinked. “Sorry, Doctor, I didn’t anticipate you would need that let me grab one.” She put down her tool and peeled off her gloves with a slow pull, the latex popping, as she hurried out of the room.

Dr. Hoffman pulled the drill out of his mouth, and leaned close, her breath puffing warmly through her surgical mask.

“Justin, I’d like to talk about tooth #30,” she said, her tone earnest but tinged with excitement. “I’ve been thinking performing a root canal here it would be incredibly valuable practice for me, I mean. I haven’t had the chance to practice one in a while, and your molar is perfect for it. The cavity we’re addressing could be deeper than I thought, and a root canal would let me ensure everything’s handled thoroughly. I won’t charge you for the procedure or the crown, and I promise, and it’ll give me a chance to refine my technique. It’s a bit more invasive, but I think you’ll find it… rewarding, in its own way. What do you say? Can I go ahead with it?”

Her eyes sparkled above her surgical mask, her voice carrying a playful edge, but with a small question but he knew she could sensed his own enthusiasm for the procedure.

Justin’s heart raced. A root canal an intricate, invasive procedure it sent a surge of excitement through him. She’s asking to drill deep into my tooth, to carve out the nerves themselves, he thought, the idea of it was intoxicating.

The risk thrilled him: a healthy tooth subjected to such a intense procedure could weaken, might become sensitive or brittle over time, yet the danger only amplified his arousal. It’s unnecessary, maybe even reckless, but that’s what makes it so exhilarating. To feel the drill plunge deeper, to surrender to her skill. The precision of her latex gloved hands.

He imagined the files scraping into the canals, the suction’s hum, the final sealing, each step a daring indulgence. She’s offering me a thrill most would fear, and I want it. His mind buzzed with anticipation, the ethical ambiguity only heightening the allure. He gurgled, and gave a thumbs-up. “G’ f’r it,” he slurred, eagerly.

Dr. Hoffman’s eyes lit up, smile crinkling widely beneath her surgical mask. “Thank you, Justin, you’re a gem,” she said, delighted. “I’ll make this worth your while I promise. Let’s start before Chloe’s back.”

She switched to a larger round bur, locking it with a click, and began pressing firmly into tooth #30. The drill’s whine deepened, a low, hum filling the room as she carved deep into the tooth, the vibrations intensifying.

A fine mist of tooth dust rose, the air tinged with a faint burnt enamel scent. She angled the drill precisely, her gloved fingers steady, pushing past the lower dentin toward the pulp chamber. Justin felt a subtle pressure, then a faint warmth as the drill neared the nerve center, the sensation thrilling despite the numbness.

The green dam glistened, catching the light, its taut surface framing the exposed tooth. “Almost there,” she murmured, her loupes glinting as she leaned closer, the drill’s hum steady. With a final push, she breached the pulp chamber, a slight release of pressure signalling the nerve’s exposure, necessitating a root canal now. Justin’s pulse raced, the deep drilling a sensory peak, his excitement soaring at the invasive act.

As Chloe returned, Dr. Hoffman said, “Oh, goodness, sorry, sweetie the cavity was deeper than expected. We’re doing a root canal on #30.” She told Chloe, “It reached the pulp. Prepare a root canal tray right away please.”

Chloe nodded and dashed off. Dr. Hoffman stuffed gauze into tooth #30 to stop the bleeding, her gloved fingers precise.

“Justin, I can’t thank you enough for letting me do this,” she said, her voice warm and happy. “A root canal is such a rare treat for me to practice these days, and you’re making it possible. To show my gratitude, I’m going to include some complimentary services for you on your next visit. Think of them as exclusive care from me extra attention at your follow-up, maybe a few special touches to make your next visit truly unforgettable. You’re helping me out, and I want to return the favor in a way you’ll appreciate.”

Her tone carried a playful promise, her gloved fingers lingering as she placed a cotton pad to keep the tooth dry, the intimacy of her words stoking Justin’s excitement even more.

Chloe returned moments later barring two trays: endodontic files, gutta-percha points, sealer paste, and a depth-measuring device.

She quickly pulled open the drawer and reached for a pair of medium purple latex gloves, tugging one onto her plump sexy hand. As she pulled, the second one the latex glove stretched tightly, then snapped and tore at the wrist with a sharp rip.

“Shoot, sorry, Doctor,” Chloe said, peeling off the ruined glove with a quick tug, the latex snapping free. She grabbed a spare medium glove from the drawer, slipping it on swiftly, the latex squeaking as it hugged her plump fingers, snapping loudly at her wrist.

She sat on the stool, grabbed Justin’s hand, and placed it in her lap, close to her crotch, the warmth and f the contact electric through her scrubs.

Justin watched, captivated by her flustered recovery “I’m so sorry it had to be a root canal, cutie,” she said, her voice soft and sincere. “If you feel any pain as we fix your tooth, just squeeze my thigh, okay?”

As she spoke, she nudged his hand higher, her hips shifting subtly so his fingers drifted closer to her crotch, the close proximity to her pussy electric. Her suggestive tone and action sent an aroused thrill through him, his pulse quickening as he nodded.

As Dr. Hoffman began the root canal, removing the cotton and flushing tooth #30’s pulp chamber with irrigant, Chloe subtly nudged Justin’s hand closer to her crotch with another slight shift of her hips.

Justin shot her a surprised look, his eyes widening, but Chloe was focused on assisting Dr. Hoffman, her gloved hands steady with the suction wand.

“Suction near the access point. Starting with the mesial canals,” Dr. Hoffman said, using a small file and checking depth.

“Depths are 22 millimeters for mesial canals. Next file.”

Chloe handed her a larger file. “More suction?” she asked, her voice steady, though her hips nudged Justin’s hand again, pressing it closer to her crotch.

Justin’s pulse raced, the intimate contact thrilling yet confusing, her focus on the procedure making him question her intent.

“Yes, keep it steady,” Dr. Hoffman said, widening the canals. “Irrigate after each file.” She used wider burs for the orifices. “Switch to the sprayer distal canal clear.”

“Doing okay Justin ?” Dr. Hoffman asked.

Justin squeezed Chloe’s thigh, his fingers now basically brushing her crotch, feeling the warmth through her scrubs.

“He’s good, doctor,” Chloe answered for him, her eyes flickering with mischief before returning to Dr. Hoffman.

“Chloe, suction’s slipping,” Dr. Hoffman noted. “Sorry, Doctor,” Chloe said, adjusted the wand, her hips subtly shifting to press Justin’s hand firmly against her crotch.

Dr. Hoffman dried the canals with paper points. “Primary gutta-percha point for the mesial canal.” She fitted the points, turning to check the X-rays taken before his cleaning.

She used sealer paste, packing the gutta-percha tightly with a condenser, her gloved fingers precise. “Chloe, pass the temporary filling material,” she said, her voice focused.

Chloe handed over the zinc oxide eugenol material, her gloved hand brushing Justin’s thigh subtly, maintaining the intimate tension.

Dr. Hoffman placed the temporary filling into tooth #30, smoothing it with a spatula. She selected a pre-formed temporary crown, shaping it with a small tool, molding it carefully over the molar.

The crown’s cool, resinous texture settled against the tooth, and she cured it with the buzzing blue light, the faint warmth tingling Justin’s jaw. She polished the crown’s surface, ensuring a smooth fit, the dental light glinting off its glossy finish.

Dr. Hoffman leaned back, pulling her mask down slightly. “Justin, the root canal on #30 is finished,” she said, her voice warm with satisfaction.

“The temporary crown’s in place, and it looks perfect. You did great, Justin this was a perfect case for me to refine my technique.” She leaned closer, her gloved hand resting briefly on his shoulder, her tone warm. “Any discomfort? The numbness should hold, but let me know how it feels.”

Justin nodded his head, his excitement still high from the invasive procedure, and the clinical thrill of it all.

Good to hear,” Dr. Hoffman replied, her eyes crinkling. “The temporary crown will feel a bit different, but it’s sturdy. We’ll place a permanent one in two weeks after checking X-rays to see how the tooth is holding up.”

“Now, let’s move on to tooth #20 for that filling,” Dr. Hoffman said, swapping to a tapered fissure bur and testing the drill, its shrill whine piercing the air once more.

Chloe looked down at Justin, her eyes locking onto his, her eyes sultry and inviting. She winked, signaling she wanted him to continue, her deliberate nudge from earlier echoing in the intimate moment. Justin’s heart pounded, the transition to tooth #20 merging with Chloe’s provocative sexual intent, his arousal surging.

As Dr. Hoffman began drilling tooth #20, saying, “Suction on the buccal side, Chloe starting the enamel,”

Justin began to caress Chloe’s crotch, his fingers tracing the outline of a skimpy thong through her scrubs. He felt the heat of her pussy, intense and intimate, and noted he could feel a small strip of pubic hair above, pussy through the thong, the sensation amplifying his incredible excitement.

The drill’s whine deepened as Dr. Hoffman carved into the dentin, the vibrations tingling through Justin’s jaw, merging with the thrill of Chloe’s sex under his fingers.

“More water spray,” Dr. Hoffman instructed, and Chloe complied, her gloved hand steady, though her hips subtly rocked, encouraging Justin’s touch.

“Round bur. Clear debris.” “Looks good, Doctor?” Chloe asked, her voice calm, but Justin felt her body responding, the heat building.

“Perfect depth,” Dr. Hoffman replied.

“Spoon excavator smoothing margins.” She shaped the walls, the whine sharpening. “Smaller bur for the base.”

As Dr. Hoffman applied the etching gel, rinsed, and dried, Justin’s fingers continued caressing her pussy, Chloe’s subtle movements guiding and encouraging him.

When Dr. Hoffman said, “Bonding agent,” and applied it, curing with a buzzing blue light, Chloe’s arousal became very evident.

As Dr. Hoffman layered the composite resin, saying, “Composite resin,” and cured each layer, Chloe slowly humped Justin’s hand against her crotch, her rhythm deliberate.

Justin could feel her getting wet, the heat and slight dampness through her scrubs signaling her arousal.

She’s flushed, getting off on this, he thought, his own excitement peaking, the clinical procedure and Chloe’s response a sensory overload.

Dr. Hoffman polished, the surface gleaming. “Smooth as glass,” she said, satisfied. She turned to Chloe, who was putting the tools down preparing to leave the room.

“Chloe, please write a reminder card for Justin’s two-week follow-up. And note that we’ll need a full mouth X-ray to evaluate the root canal and crown placement.”

Chloe nodded, her eyes briefly meeting Justin’s with a lingering spark.

Chloe scooted forward again, her movement deliberate, causing Justin’s finger to nearly sink into her pussy, the intimate contact sending a jolt through him.

Her breath hitched slightly, but she nodded, her voice steady. “Sure, Doctor. I’ll prepare his goody bag and root canal instructions.”

Chloe pulled down her surgical mask, revealing a very flushed and aroused face, her cheeks pink, her lips parted slightly. Her eyes, filled with lust and hunger, locked onto Justin’s as she slowly peeled off her gloves, the latex stretching tightly, snapping free with a sharp pop from her plump little hands, the powdery interior visible as she tossed them into the bin with a flourish, her scrub top straining. Justin’s heart was pounding, her blatant arousal amplifying the dental procedures intensity.

As Chloe left, Dr. Hoffman removed the dental dam, unclipping the clamps from teeth #30 and #20, the green rubber sagging.

“Justin, I can’t thank you enough,” she said, thrilled. “That root canal was a rush your molar was perfect. The filling on #20 was also so satisfying to shape, even if it was unneeded.”

She folded the dam, gleeful. “I tried rare techniques, like sculpting that restoration. It’s art, and you let me create it!” Her excitement was infectious.

She pulled her surgical mask down, smirking. “You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” Her gloved hand grazing Justin’s bulge at his jeans, leaning close, her voice a seductive whisper: “Your follow-up work will have extra services you will love I promise.”

She sprayed his mouth, suctioned it dry, and raised the chair. “Open wide.” She inspected teeth #30 and #20 with a mirror, her gloved hand tracing his erection again as a tease.

She checked the bite with a thin articulating paper, instructing, “Bite down gently.” Justin complied, the crown feeling smooth and secure. “Looks great. Close and grind for me.” Justin complied, the restorations smooth, the temporary crown secure. Her gloved hand lingered, teasing his mouth for a sec.

Dr. Hoffman pulled back, peeling off her gloves with a quick snap, the latex creaking as she tossed them away.

“Everything’s perfect. I will see you in two weeks.”

Justin got up from the dental chair and walked out, dazed by the intensity of the procedure and Chloe’s and Dr. Hoffman’s brazen sexual advances.

At the receptionist desk, Chloe stood, by the desk her sexy curvy figure displayed in her tight purple scrubs. She handed him a goody bag, her hand brushing his intimately, her eyes burning with lust before shifting to a happy professional smile as Dr. Hoffman appeared, her surgical mask now down, under her chin smiling.

“Hope to see you very soon,” Chloe said, her voice carrying a suggestive edge. Justin took the reminder card and slid it into his jeans’ back pocket, his fingers trembling slightly from the encounter.

“Justin, we’ll see you in two weeks for X-rays to evaluate the root canal and place the crown on #30,” Dr. Hoffman said. “I have schedule you for a late end of day appointment easier for your work, right?” Her eyes twinkled as she said this hinting at other ideas he thought.

Justin slurred, “Y..y’s,” his mouth still numb. Chloe walked and opened the front door for him, and Justin hazily waved, as both Dr. Hoffman and Chloe waved back smiles mirroring his dazed grin as he turned and left.

On the street, the cool air hit his numb face. Justin pulled the reminder card from his pocket, noting the appointment time 4:45 Thursday for the two-week follow-up.

He saw a small arrow drawn in pen and he turned the card over, and found a cell number with the initial “C” below it, along with the words “Call me” and a small heart doodle.

His smile widened, heart racing. His mind buzzed, replaying the intensity of his dental appointment: Dr. Hoffman’s gloved hand tracing his erection, her promise of “extra services next time,” the drill carving into his healthy tooth #30’s and #20.

The unnecessary yet thrilling root canal’s. His numb mouth tingled with the after feeling of the green dam’s glistening tug, the after taste of bite block’s, the drill’s shrill whine. The thrill of the purple latex gloves on Dr. Hoffman’s and Chloe’s small plump hands. The setup, with purple masked faces and tools, that had made him the center of a dental clinical spectacle.

Then there was Chloe’s intentional nudging, her arousal, and almost sinking his finger into her damp pussy amplified the thrill, her “Call me” note a promise of more. What did “extra services” mean? Would Chloe’s number lead to something more?

The thrill of unneeded procedures Dr. Hoffman’s glee validated his own strange desires. He wondered if the follow-up would push further, if Chloe’s heart doodle meant late night rendezvous. Tucking the card away, he walked to the subway, heart pounding, counting the days, his mind alight with possibilities and when he would call Chloe.

End