Nope

Melissa thought about getting her shirt and bra - which were still on the counter a few feet away from her - but stopped herself. Her legs were still asleep, but more importantly for her it felt more shameful if she tried to get dressed in front of everyone - who had already seen her by now - than if she pretended like it didn't bother her. The same logic, in her mind, applied for closing the door; making a big fuss over the situation would bring more attention than simply sitting their in her luridly stoic position. Especially since she didn't want to be caught walking around by doctor Jorgensen when he returned. So, she sat still even though her brain never quite stopped screaming at her to cover her nakedness, to stop being on display like a bakery fresh doughnut.

Melissa felt her arousal continuing, so much so she worried she would begin to drip on the floor. This, she knew, would be a much bigger deal than simply exposing her natural self to the dentist's office. She knew she had to do something, so she shook her legs to wake them back up. Just as she could feel them again, and was about to get up to find something to wipe her mess down, Dr. Jorgensen returned.

"Sorry about the wait, Melissa," he consoled her, "you know, you didn't need to stay exactly like that. 'Don't move a muscle' is just an expression." Melissa felt intensely embarrassed at having taken the dentist’s instructions literally, and intensely embarrassed that she had just given a show to a crowded waiting room. "I'm surprised you haven't gotten dressed yet," the dentist continued, "you're quite daring sitting all nude like that." Feeling even more naked from those comments Melissa reflexively hunched back over and crossed her legs to cover herself just a little bit.

“And I apologize” he continued, “but I need this exam room for the other emergency patient coming in, so we’ll have to have you wait for me elsewhere while I take care of them. I’ll talk to you as soon as I’m done; it shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.” With that he pulled Melissa up by the elbow and noticed her excitement left on the chair. With a “tsk, tsk” he grabbed the bib on the counter and wiped down the chair. As Melissa was standing up, he pushed the inside of her thigh, and she turned her knee out, opening her crotch to his view.

“Yeah, there’s a bunch there, too.” As he said that he took the bib and wiped gently but firmly across Melissa’s crotch, getting as much of her juices onto the bib as he could, and throwing it in the trash.