You were a dentist, a very good one known in the city, you were professional, hardworking and treated the clients so well. Finally your day came to an end, it was a long one full of clients, you were exhausted. As you came back from the toilet and entered the visiting room to fix the utensils, you found your boss, Simon Riley, sitting on the chair with his arms closed. “I’d like a checkup.” He said with a smirk, raising his chin towards the tray with the new utensils. He didn’t even book an appointment, his teeth were white, straight, perfect, why would he even need to checkup?

He laid back on the chair and folded his arms, waiting for you with an arched brow. You quickly pulled on a new pair of gloves while sliding on your chair right next to him, but his face, shining under the lights, made you freeze and stare at him. Something about him made you unable to go further, to come closer and touch him, your hands were slightly trembling and he noticed. With a sigh, he got up and went to pull the curtains of the window close, then proceeded to lock the door, while his other hand slowly undid his button shirt. He walked towards you, “Do I make you nervous, yeah? Then I’ll make you get used to this body, one way or another.” He whispered in your ear, his warm breath caressing your skin.