A reenactment

"Stand up," the lawyer insisted as Melissa stood in Pavlovian fashion.

"Now, you mentioned how exactly those events transpired, but since there is no CCTV footage from the exam rooms I'm afraid we might need a demonstration."

Melissa froze, her redness getting paler. Before she could protest, the lawyer put his thumbs in her bottoms and yanked down, once again putting Melissa's skirt and panties down on the floor, pooling around her ankles. Melissa, reflexively, pulled her shirt down to cover her privates, once again fidgeting and confirming that part of the story.

"Alright, I see what the dentist was getting at," the lawyer continued, "how about you put your shirt on the desk so we can see what he was talking about with the bra?"

Melissa, much quicker than she would have liked, swiped her shirt up and off her body, tossing it on the lawyer's desk. The lawyer stood up, and pulled on Melissa's sports bra, putting it in the band of his wristwatch. She was afraid of losing yet another bra, but instead the lawyer simply pulled gently on it, before putting it back into place and unhooking his watchband.

Melissa sighed in relief, but this was short-lived as the lawyer grabbed the bottom of her bra and pulled it up. Caught off guard, Melissa could only raise her arms up as the lawyer swiped the bra up and off before chucking it on his desk with her shirt.

There she was again, stripped butt naked in the attorney's office. All in less than a minute, too - Melissa blushed at what would surely be a new record at this point.