Molly's Fortune

(From A Suggestion By MordMorgan)

Molly Kerrigan, like many people, dreaded going to the dentist. It was an apprehension she'd carried over from her childhood. The core of which was her fear of the dreaded drill. Many people dealt with their phobia in different ways, the most common of which was to simply avoid going until they had a problem that had to be taken care of.

Thankfully, Molly didn't go that far, realizing at an early age that to simply ignore dental care was only inviting worse problems down the line. Still, her apprehension was enough to put finding a new dentist after she had relocated from Boston to San Alejandro far from the top of her list of things to do. In fact, anytime it came up; she found some excuse to put it off.

The most common excuse, she usually told herself, was that her recent relocation to the West Coast had just left her with too many other things to do. Added to that, was the fact that she'd left Boston in somewhat of a rush.

Eighteen months before, while on a vacation in California, Molly had set up a few interviews with various school districts in the area. Never in her wildest dreams did she think any of them would really be interested in hiring her. After all, the then twenty-four year old had really no record to even speak of, having just finished her probationary period. The interviews had only been intended to provide the basis of claiming the trip as a professional expense in the eyes of the IRS.

So it came as somewhat of a shock when, only a few weeks ago, she had received a phone call asking if she was still interested in teaching in California. If she had taken the interviews seriously, the San Alejandro school system was hardly her first choice, or even her third, fourth or fifth. Still, the offer at least matched what she was making now, and more importantly, had come at a most opportune time.

Over the last two years, Molly had gone through a number of girlfriends, none of which had worked out, to put it mildly. The majority of those relationships had ended civilly enough, with a simple acceptance by both parties that the spark simply wasn't there. Yet there had also been a few that she wanted to bury and forget in the worse way.

Paramount among these had been her relationship with Evelyn Rossiter, which at the time had seemed to hold the most promise of her affairs. Nine years her senior, the attractive dark haired woman was the district's special education coordinator, a position that brought her into contact with Molly on a number of occasions since that was also the area in which she had specialized in, if on a more local level.

At first, it didn't seem that unusual to Molly when Evelyn had invited her to lunch a few times. After all, there was no reason for her to think the older woman was interested in discussing anything other than education concerns. It wasn't until lunch gave way to a dinner at a rather intimate restaurant that Molly realized that the interest was more than professional.

"I guess I missed all the signs," Molly had laughed the next morning when she'd woken up naked in Evelyn's bed.

It was an assessment that she didn't find all that surprising since, while she didn't go out of her way to hide her sexual orientation, she usually kept it so separate from her professional life that another woman would've had to strip naked in front of her to spark her interest. Evelyn hadn't had to go that far, but the older woman had been so captivatingly interesting that she easily overcame whatever hesitations Molly might've had about letting her two worlds mix.

Before she knew it, that one night stand had evolved into something a lot more. Evelyn had been everything Molly believed a lover should be, caring, attentive, and most of all, incredible in bed. The thirty-three year old was able to switch from gentle lovemaking to hard-core fucking with ease, depending on her lover's wants and needs. They had been going out almost six months when Molly unexpectedly discovered part of the reason Evelyn was so good. She got lots of practice and not all of it was with her.

It had all come to a head one Saturday afternoon near the end of the school year when Evelyn canceled out on their plans, saying that she had a ton of work to catch up on and was going to stay home to do it. Molly decided to surprise her lover and, picking up a gourmet picnic lunch, headed over to her apartment. After all, she still needed to eat, didn't she?

It turned out to be Molly who got the surprise as, walking into the lobby of Evelyn's apartment building, she encountered her lover coming out of the elevator. Under each of her arms was a young girl in her early twenties. Two girls who bore a striking resemblance to each other, both being freckled redheads with ample chests.

The two of them were also familiar in more ways than one. It took a few stunned seconds for Molly to remember where she'd seen the two of them, and then it hit her. Amber and Julia, as she recalled their names, had been introduced to her as new teachers in another school at a luncheon last month. Evelyn hadn't even bothered to go out of the district to find someone to cheat on her with.

Molly wasn't a prude, far from it. She'd had her own share of one-niters, as well as an instance where she'd even had sex in a rather public place, coming very close to being caught. However, she also believed in fidelity in a relationship. If you weren't seeing anyone, a quick fuck was fine. But the rules were supposed to change when you were involved.

With Evelyn, she thought she'd found a solid relationship. One that, despite the age difference, she really believed was going to work. Obviously that hadn't been a belief shared by the district coordinator. What made it worse was that in the two girls, Molly also saw herself. Shave off a couple of years, and either one of them could've been her, right down to the red hair, freckles and big boobs.

When the job offer had come two weeks later, Molly accepted it without the slightest hesitation.

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After settling into a new apartment in a new city, Molly discovered that, while she had no problem finding a new doctor, her employer's health care plan was only taken by a small number of dentists. And when she called to try and make an appointment, all of them appeared to be booked up for several months. A situation she found still to be true when she tried again two weeks later.

Finally, she found one that had only recently been added to the listing as a replacement for a dentist that had retired. The doctor had only recently gone into private practice and was still building a patient base. They said they could fit her in for a check up at the end of the month, some two weeks away. So Molly jotted down that she had an appointment with Dr. J.T. Vitola, DDS and went on about her business with one less problem to deal with.

-=-=-=-

The weekend before her dental appointment, Molly had some errands to run and found herself down by where a traveling carnival had set up shop. Feeling the need for some diversion, she decided to give it a look. After a few minutes of checking out the sights, she passed a small tent where a sign advertised that you could have your fortune told. Not believing in such things for a moment, she nevertheless decided to have a little fun and see what the stars held in store for her.

Stepping inside, she found a rather attractive young woman dressed in traditional gypsy garb. The fortune teller, more girl than woman, Molly decided, directed her to a seat at the small table in the center of the tent. A quick exchange of the amount that had been listed on the outside sign followed and the girl quickly went into her act, spreading a number of picture cards across the face of the table.

"You are not from this area," the girl said, not really impressing Molly as her Boston accent as well as the college ring on her finger giving a good clue to that assumption.

"That's right," Molly said, faking surprise as to get into the spirit of things.

"You came here to get away from someone," the girl continued, "someone who hurt you deeply."

That actually impressed Molly. It was a pretty specific statement to make, especially since the odds were that it would be wrong more than right for most people.

"There is a hole in your heart," the reader said as she turned another card face up on the table, "but it is a void that I see filling soon."

"Really?" Molly asked, thinking that was something everyone wanted to hear. "I see someone new coming into your life very soon," the girl went on with yet another card. "Someone older, with dark hair and a very handsome face. They will heal the wound in your heart."

"Oh please," Molly thought, but didn't say, "at least she could've come up with something more original than the old tall, dark and handsome stranger routine."

The reading continued for a few more minutes, with a few more generalized predictions about Molly's future. By the time she was done, the redhead knew why the fortune teller made sure she got paid in advance.

"Even if I met this tall dark stranger," she wanted to tell the little fake, "there isn't a chance in hell that I'll have any interest in him. Unless of course he has a cute sister."

Stepping back onto the pathway outside, Molly also noted that as far as cute went, the fortune teller certainly fell into that category. Still, even if she was legal, she was a little young for her tastes. Thinking she'd wasted enough time, the teacher decided to head home where she knew waited some papers that had to be graded.

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The following Monday, Molly left school a little early, giving herself some extra time to get down to the dentist's office as it was in a part of town she wasn't that familiar with yet. And of course there would be the inevitable insurance and medical forms that would have to be filled out before her exam.

The cute Hispanic girl behind the receptionist's desk, who the nameplate identified as Consuelo, was quite helpful with the paperwork. So much so that Molly might've imagined that there might be something more than just helpfulness had she not seen the engagement ring on the girl's finger. So she thanked her for the assistance and helped herself to one of the old magazines that were the staple of any medical office, while she waited for her appointment.

Twenty-five minutes later, her name was finally called by the dental technician. Following the girl past the reception desk and down the hall to one of the examining rooms, the redhead took note of the graceful sway of her ass. Reminding her again that once things settled down with the new job, she definitely had to see about finding a new girlfriend.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Vitola," a throaty voice said, interrupting Molly's study of the dental assistant's gait.

Molly turned to see a woman in her mid-thirties, wearing a white lab coat of the sort that was the uniform of her profession. Beneath which she had on a light blue blouse and black slacks. A head taller than Molly's five foot six, the doctor had a dark Mediterranean coloring that was consistent with her surname. Not especially beautiful, or even pretty, there was still a certain magnetism to her face that was immediately apparent. Few women could be called handsome, but Dr. Vitola was one of those few.

"Zoe will take care of a few preliminaries and I'll be right with you," the dentist said before stepping back into one of the other rooms where another patient was waiting.

"Hmmm, maybe that fortune teller was right after all," Molly thought, smiling at the coincidence.

After the assistant had taken x-rays and did her cleaning, Molly found herself sitting in a half finished examining room. The referral service had said that the doctor was just starting up her own practice, and evidently the offices hadn't been finished when she had.

"Well, lets see what we have," Dr. Vitola said as she clipped the strip of x-rays to a screen and examined them.

Molly really wasn't paying that much attention to what the doctor was saying, thinking instead of all she had to do once she had been given a clean bill of health. It became impossible to ignore the doctor, however, when she leaned over her to take a first hand look into her mouth. Especially when, in adjusting the hanging light, the dentist illuminated a chest even more impressive than Molly's own.

"I'd glad all my patients don't have teeth as good as yours," Doctor Vitola said as she checked Molly's mouth, moving the small mirrored probe from side to side, "otherwise I'd probably go out of business before I've really got started. They're almost perfect."

Upon hearing the word, almost, Molly's attention shifted from the doctor's breasts to what she was saying. Never in her life had any dentist said they were anything but perfection itself.

"It's only a little thing," the woman in white said, seeing the sudden concern in her face. "One of your back molars has a small crack in it, nothing major but it's best to take care of these things before they become something worse."

Molly quickly agreed, knowing that if there was even the smallest problem with her mouth, it would drive her crazy until it was fixed.

"The only problem is that I won't be able to get to it today," she said as she turned off the exam light, "and we're going to be closed next week while the contractor finally finishes up the office. Would it be possible for you to come back in, say this Thursday night and I could do it. If not, it's really nothing that can't wait a week or two."

"No, Thursday would be fine," Molly quickly replied.

"Okay, just tell Consuelo that I said to give you the last appointment for Thursday and we'll take care of that without a problem." Doctor Vitola said as she took off the Plexiglas face shield that she had worn during the exam, revealing a beautiful pair of bright blue eyes.

"Thanks," Molly said as she watched the older woman head off to take care of yet another patient.

"Thursday at six-thirty," Consuelo said as she handed Molly a card with the appointment. "If you can't make it, please try to let us know beforehand. Especially since we're closing the office for vacation after that. My fiancee is taking me down to Catalina."

"Well we wouldn't want you to miss that," Molly smiled back at her, thinking that even if it wasn't the version of it that she preferred, it was nice to see that someone was getting laid regularly. -=-=-=-

The next few days passed rather quickly and Molly soon found herself back at the door to Doctor Vitola's office. Stepping inside, the first thing she noticed was that there seemed to be a large number of people in the waiting room for this late in the day. The second was that the receptionist seemed to have an especially harried look on her face. Stepping up to the desk, Molly soon found out why.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Kerrigan," Consuelo said in an apologetic tone, "but the doctor is running a little behind. Zoe had a family emergency and had to leave. It's pretty hard getting a substitute on such short notice so J.T. has been doing double duty."

Zoe, Molly remembered, was the cute dental assistant whose ass she had so admired on her first visit.

"I hope everything is all right," Molly said, her concern genuine.

"Oh it is," Consuelo replied. "Her son had a little accident on the baseball field, but he's already been checked out by the family doctor and he's okay."

"That's good," Molly said as she headed for one of the empty seats, taking out the paperback that she remembered to bring with her this time from her bag. From the looks of things, she was going to be there a while.

After a few minutes, Molly looked up from her book and noticed that the woman sitting across from her was staring at her. When she noticed Molly looking back, she buried her head in a magazine. At first, the teacher didn't think anything of it, but a few minutes later, she looked up again and saw that the woman was again staring.

About Molly's age, the woman was of Indian descent with small, round breasts. Taking a longer, closer look, the redhead noted that she was also braless, allowing her large puffy nipples to be seen through her blouse. Molly flashed the cute woman an inviting smile, which elicited the same in response. Unfortunately, Consuelo called her name a moment later and when the woman finished, she exited the office through the other door.

Bit by bit, the chairs around her began to empty and eventually Molly was the only one left. When Doctor Vitola came out of her office to hand Consuelo the chart of the next to last patient, the teacher had been waiting over an hour past her original appointment time.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you so long," the dentist said as she took the near empty folder that contained Molly's chart from Consuelo. "It's been one of those impossible days."

"I understand," Molly said as she headed down the hall to the examination room the doctor indicated.

"Why don't you take off, Consuelo," J.T. said before she followed Molly into the room. "I can finish up here and put away the files when I'm done. I'm sure Jason is waiting for you to get home."

"Are you sure?" Consuelo asked, hoping the answer was yes.

"I'm sure, now pack up and go."

She didn't have to be told a second time as the twenty-two year old picked up her bag from under the desk and tossed a few things in it that she wanted to take home.

"Oh and Consuelo," J.T. said, causing the shorter woman to pause at the door. "Thanks for all the extra help today, enjoy your week off."

"You too, J.T.," she said as she closed the door behind her, waiting on the other side until she heard the doctor lock it from the inside. -=-=-=- "Well, this shouldn't take too long," the doctor said as she stepped into the examination room. "Let me just give you a shot so it doesn't hurt."

"Couldn't you fill it without a shot?" Molly asked, feeling like the little girl she once was.

"I'm afraid that the drill would be quite uncomfortable without it," J.T. said as she filled the hypodermic needle. "Don't worry, I promise it won't hurt."

"Don't all dentists say that?" Molly asked as she accepted the inevitable and tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide.

Shutting her eyes, the redhead was pleasantly surprised that it actually hadn't hurt at all. She had felt worse when she cut her legs shaving.

"We'll just have to give the Novocain a few minutes to take effect," J.T. said as she sat down on a stool next to the dental chair.

Normally, she would use this time to start work on someone in one of the other rooms. But with only her and Molly in the office, getting to know her new patient a little better seemed as good a way to pass the time as any.

"Consuelo tells me that you're new to San Alejandro," J.T. said.

Molly responded yes as she explained that she had just moved from Boston to take a local teaching position.

And so it went for the next few minutes as Molly told her the sanitized story of what led her to start her life over. J.T. in turn related how she decided to strike out on her own after the older dentist she had been working for decided to retire. Thankfully, a good number of his patients had made the move with her, otherwise she'd be having a rough time of it right now.

"Have you sampled the local nightlife yet?" J.T. asked as she pressed a gloved hand against Molly's lower lip, testing the effects of the anesthetic.

"I haven't had the chance, what with the new job and all," Molly said, her speech slightly slurred by her now numb jaw.

"Do you like clubs?" J.T. asked, deciding to give it another minute or two since this was the first time Molly had taken Novocain and she wanted her to feel confident of its pain deadening effects.

"I love them," the redhead replied. "Back in Boston I used to practically live at one called Scarlett's Rose."