When the door opened again, a girl in yellow honey colored scrubs came in. She had shoulder length dark black hair and skin the color of expensive French coffee, dark and shiny. Her eyes were like glazed marbles, set in almond shaped sockets. The top of her scrubs showed prominent breasts testing the garment as she moved.
I caught myself staring at her covered mounds and realized her hand was out, waiting to shake mine. I looked up at those sparkling eyes, and she smiled, showing me the whitest, most perfect set of teeth I had ever seen. I took her hand meekly and shook it.
“Hello, Mr. Jameson,” she said, “I’m Tanya; I just transferred in this week as Dr. Davis’ assistant.” Her voice was as smooth as her skin looked. “Doctor Davis told me to finish buffing your tooth and you shouldn’t have any more trouble with it.”
“Sounds great,” I said, and I stretched my legs out on the chair. I turned to look at her as she went to the counter. The scrub pants fit her so tightly that it looked like liquid butter had been poured over her ass. I fiddled with my cock in my pants as she fiddled with some tools and spoke over her shoulder. “Didn’t I see you drive in today in a yellow Corvette?”
“Yes,” I answered proudly, “But I’m buying a new one, candy apple red with everything on it.”
“Are you trading or selling the yellow one?” she asked, turning around to face me.
“No, it’s a great way to um….to find um…” I stammered.
“You mean it’s a chick magnet, right?” she said with a laugh.
I blushed but managed to answer calmly. “Yeah, sometimes, but I want a new one so I’m eagerly waiting to hear from my loan processor at City Bank.”
She sat down on the rolling stool by the dental chair and swung the tray with the tools within her reach. “City Bank?” she asked. “My sister, Sonia deals with auto financing there; do you know her?”
“I’m dealing with Sonia Taylor; is she your sister?”
“Yes,” Tanya answered, “I’ve been staying with her until I find a place of my own.”
I sat up in my chair, and without much thought blurted out, “Maybe you could speak to her; tell her what a nice guy I seem to be and maybe she will approve my loan!”
Tanya crossed her arms over her chest and seemed to think about my request for a minute. Then she pushed the tray away and went back to the counter. She leaned back against the counter and finally answered my request.
“A couple of the girls who deal in “special services” behind the doctor’s back have mentioned you, Mr. Jameson. You have quite a reputation for being generous and for having a very talented tongue.”
I smiled thinking, “Wouldn’t Mom be proud?”
“Suppose you demonstrate what you think would impress me enough to try to influence my sister to grant your loan.” She said softly.