Packed

Melissa felt two warring impulses inside her: one, to cover up, to run away, to hide and never come back, or at least to close her legs and stop giving an anatomy lesson to the entire waiting room, and two, the impulse to do exactly as the doctor said, already acutely aware of disappointing him earlier, and not wanting to do anything else that he might disapprove of. It isn’t that the second won out, exactly, more that the strength of the two impulses left her paralyzed with indecision, which, incidentally, made her comply very literally with the doctor’s instructions to not move a muscle.

The waiting room was significantly more crowded than before. The older woman was gone, but the younger woman and her son were both still there. They were joined by two men who appeared to be about retirement age, or older, another middle-aged man and his teenage son, Jessica, and another mother with two grade school children, a son and a daughter.

They had all looked up as Dr. Jorgensen was leaving, and Melissa was acutely aware that every one of their eyes was on her – legs splayed wide at the edge of the beige dentist’s chair, pussy and red-haired crotch completely on display, open and wet, breasts with pink nipples and inch-wide areolas thrust out and at attention, back straight up, and hands grabbing the chair at either side of her hips. The image was something straight out of a porn magazine, despite the fact that these ten people were the first to ever see Melissa in such a lurid pose (well, minus Jorgensen).

The reaction of the room to this dramatic reveal was to freeze - well, freeze and stare at every inch of the young woman’s exposed flesh. They stared at her for quite a few seconds, until the young boy pointed and yelled, “look mommy, that lady is naked!”

This seemed to unfreeze the room. The woman told her son, “yes. It isn’t polite to point, though.” With that, she went back to her magazine. The rest of the waiting room seemed to go back to normal, as well. That is, except for the teenage boy, who stared at Melissa’s naked flesh, until his father nudged him, and then went back to his magazine for a few moments. Once his dad started reading his magazine, the son returned to staring, this time moving his magazine up to his face to try and pretend he was actually reading. The other exception – exceptions – were the two old men, old enough not to care what others thought of them, or to care about propriety. They just stared at the young woman, less than a third their age, with wide grins plastered on their faces.

This situation - with everyone except for Melissa and the teenage boy moving along as normal - went on for several minutes. After a few minutes, Melissa debated getting dressed, or at least closing the door to end the free peep show for the waiting room.