CHAPTER 3: THE BAR.
Emily meets Jack at the bar, the same cocktail dress, tights, heels, just with a slightly more daring look in terms of makeup.
She walks in to the bar seeing Jack already propped against the bar casually sipping a pint, clearly trying not to make it clear he's noticed Emily in a big way.
"Jack! You came!"
"Emily, I couldn't imagine standing..." his eyes darted from her feet to her eyes "you up!"
"Oh, you're too sweet!"
"Can I get you a drink?"
Emily glances at the bartender and receives a knowing glance in return.
"JD & Coke, Emily?" the bartender interjects.
"You're a regular here?" asks Jack.
"Oh... Uh... Not too regular" she responds.
"Only every night for the last 2 years, eh!" the bartender offers.
Emily glares at the bartender in a sultry, seductive, yet ultimately annoyed manner.
"Haha! We all need to enjoy ourselves, it's self care!" Jack says, keen to break the growing tension.
"So... Jack, how did you become an orthodontist? Was it something you wanted to do?"
"Well, uh, no I always thought I'd be a doctor, but there's... Well... Honestly, there's easier money in orthodontics"
"Mmhmm, I bet..." Emily wistfully uttered, her mind now entirely imagining the handsome Dr Jack mounting her in a dental chair, forcing her mouth apart with dental spreaders, and taunting her with scary treatment plans as he penetrates her.
"...and so that's how I got my first practise"
"Huh!?" Emily blabbers, having given away the fact she was daydreaming throughout the entire time he'd been talking.
"Emily, tell me, what made you want orthodontic treatment? Your smile is just... Amazing. Enchanting even"
Emily blushed briefly, the combination of Jack's incredible looks, his bubbly personality, her lust for an orthodontic adventure, and the JD & Coke had her flustered.
"Jack..." she edged towards him, grabbing the lapel of his blazer, his eyes met hers, they lean in and kiss.
"Jack..." she utters again, inches from his face, she leans in to his right ear.
"Jack, could you love me with braces? A mouth full of metal..." "What about an ek-thpander?" she lisped seductively. "Jack, do you think you could handle a braceface?"
Emily felt Jacks heart pound. She grabs his thigh, raising her hand toward his crotch, she felt his erection, leaning in closer, their hips together "Jack? Do you like the thought of me in braces? The thought of my petit body, helpless in your chair? Do you like the thought of being able to do whatever you want to me? Won't the poor cheerleader be mortified to have a catastrophic amount of metal in her mouth?" she whispered.
