No

Melissa froze, unsure how to respond. In fact, the idea of telling him to leave didn't even occur to her overburdened mind. So she meekly went about her business, face burning as Chaz filmed this most private moment.

"Yo, but like, really, though, why are you naked again?" Chaz asked that question again that proved a little difficult to answer last time when she was just naked. Even more difficult now that she was in the middle of doing her business for who know how many people to see.

"Um, well, I was at my dental appointment and I was fidgeting a lot. I guess I was uncomfortable in my clothes? The dentist thought it would be best if I just took my clothes off to be more comfortable. I guess I just got used to it and forgot to put them back on."

"Wow, that's wild," Chaz replied. "Hey, check out what the chat is saying."

He turned the phone to Melissa, who was still sitting on the toilet. The chat was scrolling by quickly, but she caught glimpses:

"omg she's so hot"

"ask her to spread her legs more"

"tell her to moan"

"what a slut lol"

Melissa tried her best not to feel too much shame. Using the John was normal after all, so if she just acted natural things should be fine. A part of her nonetheless wanted her to curl up and hide herself, but instead she just sat there, exposed and ****, as Chaz continued filming. Her arms were holding each other by the elbows across her lap, and she hoped that naturally covered her pussy for the moment.

"They're loving this," Chaz grinned. "You're a natural. Literally. Heh."

Melissa didn't know how to respond. She just sat there, wishing this strange and surreal nightmare would end.

After awkwardly staring into the limbo of the camera lens for a bit too long, Melissa, remembered there was such a thing as flushing and leaving the restroom. She stood up and flushed, then went to wash her hands. As she bent over the sink, she could see Chaz's camera pointed directly at her backside in the mirror. She tried to ignore it as she scrubbed her hands, hyper-aware of how exposed she was.

They exited the bathroom and returned to the main store area. Melissa kept her eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone else in the store.

"So, what do you want to grab before we head out?" Chaz asked casually, as if this were a totally normal shopping trip.

Melissa blinked in confusion. "Um... I don't have any money with me," she mumbled, gesturing vaguely at her naked body.

"Don't worry about it, we got you," Chaz insisted. "Pick something out. The chat wants to see what a naked chick buys at 7-Eleven."

Melissa hesitated, then slowly walked down an aisle, acutely aware of every eye on her nude form. She grabbed a bottle of water, figuring that was the safest choice.

"Is this okay?" she asked timidly.

"Sure thing," Chaz replied. "Let's go check out."

As they approached the counter, Melissa remembered her earlier "dance" for the cashier. She kept her eyes firmly on the floor as Chaz paid, hoping whatever's next to be nice and wholesome. Maybe the streamers would take her to a clothing store. Or perhaps Dr. Jorgensen would miraculously appear to give her clothes back, or otherwise rescue his clientele. She clung to these unlikely scenarios, trying to ignore the growing dread in her stomach about what these unpredictable strangers might ask of her next.