Chapter 4

Jack Merrick did his very best to remain hidden behind the copy of "Yachting" magazine that he pretended to be reading, while at the same time taking periodic covert glances at the stunning young girl standing hand in hand with her father on the opposite side of the waiting room. Her father was engaged in conversation with Dr. Martin Greeley, DDS, and while the two adults talked business, the little girl glanced around the room curiously.

When she and her dad first walked through the door of the Family Dental Services Clinic, Jack wasn't overly inspired by the girl. "I mean, she's cute and all," he mused as he peeked over his magazine. She looked so small and delicate standing next to her father. She was about five feet tall and slender as a willow branch. Jack guessed she weighed no more that seventy pounds soaking wet. Perhaps it was the lighting, Jack would never be certain, but where once there stood a fairly unremarkable little girl, suddenly before Jack's very eyes she was magically transformed into a breathtakingly stunning young lady, and Jack unexpectedly found himself unable to take his eyes off of her.

He'd gone to great lengths to arrive at the Family Services Offices early, and he'd grabbed the perfect seat in the waiting room from which to study this new patient that Dr. Greeley had spoken so highly of. Jack had chosen the biggest magazine from the pile on the low table to use as concealment, and his inspection of the father and his lovely daughter had been discrete as always. Then suddenly it happened. "Busted!" Jack thought to himself when he unexpectedly found himself staring into the biggest pair of brown eyes he'd ever seen. Only a few seconds passed as he gazed transfixed into those warm brown pools of innocence, but to Jack it seemed like hours. Held fast like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck, time stood still, but in that instant of compressed reality Jack beheld a flicker of smoldering passion in the dark eyes of this bewitching child that shot through him like a lightning stroke, finding ground at last in the roots of his groin. Jack wasn't sure, but he thought his mouth had fallen open. One thing he was sure of though, he suddenly had a raging hard on.

Then with a shy smile she released him, leaving Jack stunned and mildly incredulous that a girl so young could have such an effect on him. "Maybe she is a pixie," Jack mused as he ducked behind his copy of "Yachting".

"We have an excellent reputation, Mr. Brand. Of that you may rest assured," Dr. Martin Greeley said to the handsome middle aged man. "We'll take good care of young Miss Emily," he added affectionately then reached out and gave the girl a little squeeze on the shoulder. "Just ask Mr. Merrick there," Jack heard the good doctor say. "He has a daughter who visits us regularly. In fact Tracy Merrick is one of my star patients, isn't she, Jack."

"What the hell's he doing!" Jack thought to himself as he peered from around his magazine. "This isn't the way it's supposed to happen." The trio approached.

"Jack, say hello to Bill Brand," Martin Greeley said cordially. "Mr. Brand, this is Jack Merrick." Jack started to struggle to his feet.

"Don't get up, please," the man said politely as Jack looked up at him. Reaching down, he offered Jack his hand, saying, "Name's Bill Brand, and this is my daughter, Emily."

Jack took the man's hand, but his eyes were on the girl. She was so close he could smell her. "Jack Merrick," he responded absently.

"Emily, say hello to Mr. Merrick," the girl's father instructed.

"Hello," the enchanting beauty murmured shyly and held out her hand to him.

Jack was sure he felt an electrical charge pass between them as he took her tiny hand in his. "God, she's so warm!" Jack thought to himself as he gave the little beauty a winning smile. "And her skin is so incredibly soft," he thought as he innocently rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. "Hello, Emily," Jack said politely. "You don't have to worry," he added. Dr. Greeley is an excellent dentist. "You won't feel a thing. I promise," he smiled. "My daughter, Tracy loves coming here," Jack went on, catching the doctor's eye. "Some day maybe you two can meet. Tracy's about your age, I think. How old are you, honey?" Jack asked.

She didn't seem to mind his use of a term of endearment, nor did she object for the moment to his holding onto her hand. Jack's mouth went as dry as the Mojave desert as she raised her dark brown eyes to his. "I'm almost thirteen," the little pixie answered with a surprising air of confidence.

"Well you certainly are an attractive young lady, Emily," Jack said warmly and gave her little hand an affectionate squeeze just before she pulled it away. "I hope I'll be seeing you again, my dear," he added.

The air in Exam Room Three was whisper quiet as Jack carefully closed the door behind himself and turned. As always, the lights were dimmed while the anesthetic was being administered in order to help the patients relax. Dr. Greeley's back was to him, and his body partially blocked his view of the examination chair that was positioned near the center of the room. Even from the door, however, Jack recognized the girl's small feet and cute little sandals, for he could see her legs from the knees down, resting comfortably on the wide, padded leg support of the dental chair. As Jack quietly approached, the doctor raised his hand to the IV bottle hanging from a rack beside the chair and adjusted the flow regulator. Inside the small glass cylinder the clear liquid dripped steadily as Jack stepped up beside Martin Greeley. From the bottom of the IV unit a thin catheter tube carried the specialized sedative drug to the fine bore needle the doctor had inserted into a vein in the inside of the patient's elbow. The needle in turn was held in place by a piece of wide surgical tape.

Jack's heart rate increased ten fold as he gazed down at the exquisite young girl. She was even lovelier than before, if that was possible, as she lay peacefully cradled on the anatomically shaped exam chair. Her big brown eyes were closed, and she was breathing slowly and evenly. Jack noted the steady rise and fall of her tummy where her flawless skin was exposed below her blouse.

"Is she... ?" Jack whispered to his friend, Martin Greeley.

"Patience, Mr. Merrick," the doctor chided good naturedly. "The new sedative takes a little longer," he explained unnecessarily. Then he reached out and placed the palm of his right hand onto the girl's cheek. "Can you hear me, Miss Brand?" he asked, speaking softly as he gently stroked her soft skin.

Jack was surprised when the little girl's eyes fluttered open. For a moment or two she lay staring blankly up at the two of them. Then slowly those marvelous windows to her soul closed, and she took a deep breath.

"Miss Brand? Can you hear me?" Dr. Greeley asked again without removing his hand from her cheek. This time her eyes remained closed, but she parted her sparkling pink lips ever so slightly as though she were trying to speak.

The room was hushed, and Jack thought he could actually hear the dripping of the anesthetic drug that would be his key to mysteries and wonders beyond his imagining. Turning to his friend, Jack whispered in anticipation. "D... do you think I... I can, you know?" He gestured toward the lovely sleeping beauty.

"Touch her, you mean, Jack?" Dr. Greeley said with a little smile. "I don't see why not, but perhaps you'd better ask her father first." His eyes sparkled, and his smile turned into a grin.

"What the... !?!" Jack gasped in astonishment and shock when Bill Brand stepped from the shadows.

"Please, Mr. Merrick, don't be upset by my presence," the father of the young girl spoke in a hushed voice as he moved to the opposite side of exam chair. "I'm mostly here to observe, you see, but I'd be obliged to you if I could just make sure my little girl's comfortable before you two get better acquainted.

Jack didn't know what to say. Besides, he was still thoroughly stunned by the man's surprise appearance. "Sh... sure," he responded rather lamely when at last he found his voice. Then as he went to back away from the chair and its beautiful young occupant, Jack felt the doctor's hand on his shoulder.

"No... No, Jack. Stay close by, please," Dr. Greeley insisted. "Mr. Brand will only be a moment. Then he'd like for you to take over. Isn't that right, Bill?" the doctor asked with a smile.

"That's correct, Dr. Greeley," the man answered quietly as he gazed down at his pretty daughter for a minute before looking up. "Jack... Do you mind if I call you Jack?" he asked with a nervous smile.

Jack was too dumb founded to answer so he simply shook his head.

"Jack I'd very much like for you spend as much time as you wish getting to know my little girl," the man offered much to Jack's amazement. "In fact, I might be able to give you a few pointers along the way. You know... things she likes and stuff," he explained. With a warm smile he gazed down at the sleeping youngster and murmured, "How's my little princess." Then he placed a hand onto her soft belly. "Are you ready to show Mr. Merrick what a big girl you are, Emmie?" he whispered tenderly, as he rubbed his daughter's tummy. "Have you ever seen such a perfect little figure, Jack?" Bill Brand asked, glancing up at him briefly. "She's just like her mother, so petite and feminine," he added.

Jack certainly couldn't argue with that. In fact he was just noticing how genuinely lovely Miss Emily Brand really was. Like her father pointed out, Emily had a slender build, but she wasn't at all frail looking. In fact she was almost perfectly proportioned. Her shoulders were fairly broad, her arms and legs were long and willowy. Her waist was exquisitely slender and her hips remarkably well shaped as was her pretty little derriere, at least what Jack had seen of it out in the waiting room. "She's certainly a stylish dresser," Jack commented, noting her grey patterned blouse and matching skirt. His mouth was exceptionally dry.

"Yes she is," her father agreed. "Her mother wants Emily to go into modeling when she's a little older," he explained. Then with one hand Bill Brand carefully lifted the bottom hem of his daughter's blouse and slipped his other hand underneath.

Jack watched enthralled as the lump formed by her father's hand moved slowly upward under the soft fabric. Jack had already admired the pleasant swellings of the little girl's developing breasts beneath her blouse, and that of course is where her father's exploring hand halted its upward progress.

"Emmie rarely wears a bra," Bill mentioned casually as he spread his palm over one of her petite cones of supple flesh. "Sometimes her mother makes her wear a training bra, but I know for a fact that she hates it. Don't you baby," he cooed. Jack watched as the lump formed by Bill's hand inside of his daughter's blouse began to move slowly. "I also know that Emmie likes to have her little titties rubbed."

While Jack and Doctor Greeley looked on Bill Brand went about slowly massaging his little girl's budding breasts. "She also likes it when you pinch her nipples," the father said matter-of-factly. The lump under Emily's blouse paused over her right breast. Suddenly the youngster whimpered softly, and once again, her brown eyes fluttered open. Whether or not she knew what was happening to her was debatable, because as the little pixie stared upward at the three faces leaning over her, her big brown eyes appeared distant and out of focus.

"Daddy's here, baby," Bill cooed and shifted his hand to her other breast. Her eyes opened a little bit wider, but still there was no evidence of recognition in her facial expression. "You like it when Daddy touches you, don't you sweetheart." Beneath her pretty blouse, Bill rolled a tiny nipple between his thumb and index finger. "Daddy's watched you and Ricky play games together, baby. You like to play those games, don't you Emmie, sweetheart? Don't you?" he whispered. Then he leaned down and kissed the little girl on the lips. When Bill straightened up after a few seconds, Emily's eyes had closed. Glancing up at Jack and Doctor Greeley, the father explained, "She and her older brother have been experimenting together since Emily was nine. I've been watching the two of them secretly for awhile now, and using concealed cameras I've recorded a good many of their liaisons. Not sure why," he shrugged. "I've considered using the material to encourage Emily to pursue some more progressive games, possibly with a couple of friends of mine, but now that I've found Dr. Greeley and his remarkable family service, that may not be necessary," Bill Brand concluded as he removed his hand from under his daughter's blouse. "You see, Jack, I much prefer to observe while another man entertains my little girl. It's just my thing, that's all," he said with a shrug and a grin. "In fact, why don't you go ahead, Jack. I think Emily's ready to learn some new games."

"I... I don't know," Jack answered, feeling suddenly very self-conscious.

"Now don't you worry about me, Jack," Bill Brand insisted. "I'll just stand over there," he said, nodding at some unknown point outside of the circle of soft light which bathed the area around the exam chair and its stunning occupant. "I won't say a word, unless you want me to, so you can just pretend I'm not even here, Jack." With that, the father of the luscious little girl stepped back and all but disappeared.

Jack's mind raced as he wrestled with indecision. "Could he actually do this? Could he really get intimate with the young girl with her father in the same room?" Minutes slipped away while Jack stared sightlessly down at the specialized dental exam chair. In fact, he barely noticed when the intensity of the examination light increased. And it was the voice of his friend, Dr. Martin Greeley that finally broke up Jack's mental deliberations.

"Come, come, Jack," the good doctor said in a jovial tone of voice as he stepped up to the chair and into the circle of light. "What are you worried about? Unlike the majority of my patients you've spent time with, this time you have her father's permission. What could be better?" he said with a wry smile as he stood gazing down at the slender young beauty. Looking into the shadows, Dr. Greeley commented, "You have a lovely little girl, Mr. Brand." Then after a brief pause the doctor asked. "Do you mind if I... ?" he asked nodding down at the sleeping girl.

"Not at all, Doc," the father's voice answered from the dim perimeter.

"She's such a little pixie," Greeley murmured as he placed a hand onto the youngster's right knee. "Look how sleek and slender her legs are," the good doctor offered to no one in particular as he shifted his hand to the young girl's thigh then slipped it up under her skirt. "She's mighty warm down here, Jack, and her skin is as soft as silk," he murmured as he allowed his fingers to play over the surface of her inner thigh just above the hemline of her skirt. Her leg twitched in response to his touch. "Come on, Jack. Just look at her. She's waiting for you. Sweet Emily's waiting for you." Dr. Greeley glanced up at Jack and smiled as he removed his hand from beneath the girl's skirt. "Make her daddy happy, Jack. Mr. Brand wants you to teach his little girl. Step up here and make Emily happy too, Jack."

Unexpectedly the good doctor reached out, took Jack by his right wrist and placed his hand onto the young girl's bare tummy in the space between the hem of her blouse and the waist band of her skirt. Then with a little wink, Dr. Greeley withdrew, leaving Jack staring down upon the lovely girl.

Her flesh was on fire beneath his palm, and Jack's hand might just as well have been glued to the child's belly judging from the difficulty he experienced when it came time to remove it and press on. No one could ever doubt the intuitiveness of Dr. Martin Greeley. All it took was that one touch to ignite Jack's desire for the lovely Emily Brand.

"Well, Emily, my dear," Jack began after clearing his throat. "It seems that you and I are destined to become friends," he murmured softly. Tearing his hand from her warm tummy, Jack used the backs of his fingers to stroke her pretty face, caressing her cheeks and lips ever so softly. "You're very pretty, Emily," he whispered affectionately and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. As he did, he inhaled a deep draft of her delicate perfume, allowing her girlish bouquet to flood his senses. Jack began to kiss the slumbering girl on her cheeks and then her neck, slowly working his way down inside the collar of her pretty blouse. Pushing the fabric aside, he kissed the sides of her neck and the tops of her shoulders as far as he could reach into her collar. The warm fragrance of her nubile body wafted up from the inside of her blouse and caused Jack to become drunk with desire. He had to see more of Emily, and right away.

A quick inspection of the child's blouse revealed that it was a pullover, and that the fabric from which it was made didn't appear to be at all elastic. Initially Jack tried to tug the hem of the blouse up, taking care not to disturb the length of clear plastic tubing that connected the IV bottle hanging from the overhead rack to the needle which was carefully inserted into a vein in Emily's arm. But try as he might, he was only able to work the girl's blouse about mid way up her rib cage.