The Interview (Part 1)

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A very short Part 2 for you guys!

I wasn’t sure how I got myself in this mess. Okay maybe I knew. Sure, Dr. Grimhardy kind of took advantage of me during the interview, and he may have felt me up when I was out, ALSO did I mention that he tricked me into getting knocked out, but he was kind of hot, and I kind of liked being sedated. Let’s be honest, I really liked being sedated. NOT THAT I’D EVER LET THAT CREEP KNOW. At any rate, somehow I had agreed to accept his offer of fulltime employment, and now it was my second day on the job and already I had messed up.

Mr. Kleiner was my first patient, and I was sure he was only going to a sedation dentist because he had some sort of fetish around this. As he came in for his cleaning, I politely introduced myself, and as Frank Grimhardy told me, asked Mr Kleiner (no, no, you must call be Chuck (ew)) if he had any bad dental experiences in the past. “Chuck” told me this whole yarn about a cruel dentist who’d delight in the most painful procedures possible, and that he absolutely could not have anything done without some sort of sedation, wink wink. So I walked into Frank’s office and told him that he needed to talk to the patient.

10 minutes later it was me lying in the dentist chair. Frank told me that the best way to put a patient at ease with what was going to happen was to demonstrate what was going to happen, and perhaps he was right, but seeing the twinkle in his eye, I knew he was enjoying this too much. So there I was, dressed in a tight fitting hygienist uniform, trying to keep my legs together as to not let either guy see up my skirt when Frank began the gas demo. “If you’ll take a look at the mask” he said looking at Chuck, “it’s really quite innocuous looking”. With that, he placed a simple rubber nose mask over my nose, adjusting the rubber string so the mask was firmly held against my face. From behind me, Frank continued. “Now, if Lucia here was a real patient, instead of turning the oxygen gauge as I am doing now, I’d turn on the Nitrous.” A steady hiss of air began to tickle my nose. I inhaled through my nose a little bit to smell the gas to make sure that Frank was telling the truth, but unlike my interview, there was no fruity smell to the gas. I relaxed and continued to inhale as Frank kept talking.

“Now, Nitrous is only a very gentle anesthetic, and we need to reinforce its action with light suggestion. For example, Lucia is prolly feeling quite relaxed right now.” As Frank spoke, I realized that I was in fact feeling pretty relaxed. I inhaled deeper, suspiciously, but still there was no telltale fruity smell that I associated with Nitrous. “After a few minutes, the patient, in this case, my lovely assistant Lucia, would in addition to the already potent relaxation that is helping her sink further and further into the dental chair, start to lose track of the details of what is going on as her breathing becomes more and more automatic.” As I relaxed further and further into the leather of the dental chair, inhaling regularly through my nose, Frank’s voice started to seem like it was coming from farther and farther away. I knew he saying something about me, but it didn’t seem to quite matter so much. As I kept drifting, I heard Frank continue “One of the tricks that I find works the best is to use a completely unflavored variant of Nitrous so that the patient doesn’t even realize it’s working.”

I lay there, breathing through my nose, my eyes began to slowly but surely flutter. It felt like the most normal thing in the world to keep floating on my cloud and to keep taking deep regular breaths. I knew I should keep my eyes open, to figure out what’s going on, but I was just way too comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, that when I felt a little prick of a needle in my arm, I didn’t realize that a whole new level of sedation was about to be demonstrated on me.