He wants to finish the appointment

"I'll keep that bag here safe for you," the receptionist smiled.

"Thanks," Melissa whispered and handed the new clothes to her.

Dr. Jorgensen led Melissa to his private office, closing the door behind them. Melissa stood awkwardly, still completely naked, as the dentist sat behind his desk.

Now, as Melissa stood naked in his office, Dr. Jorgensen seemed to have remembered how he was trying to finish out the appointment. He never got to finish that thought earlier.

"Right," Dr. Jorgensen said. "I wanted to show you a proper brushing technique for those hard-to-reach molars. It's important for preventing the wear I mentioned."

As he began explaining and demonstrating the technique, Melissa nodded along, trying to focus on his words rather than her own nudity. In other words she was trying to act normal as well as think normal.

"Now you try," Dr. Jorgensen said, handing her the model and brush.

Melissa took them awkwardly, very conscious of how this made her breasts jiggle slightly in front of the man. She attempted to mimic the brushing motion he'd shown her.

"No, no, like this," Dr. Jorgensen said. He stepped behind her and reached around to guide her hand, his chest pressing against her bare back.

Melissa froze, her heart racing at the unexpected contact. She could feel his warmth on her neck as he continued explaining the technique, seemingly oblivious to both her discomfort and arousal. Her being the naked girl being physically guided by the taller clothed professional stood out to her more than anything. She just hoped she was subconsciously getting the technique right.

He finally stepped back. "There, you've got it now. Any questions?"

Melissa shook her head quickly, eager to escape the increasingly awkward situation. "N-no, thank you.

"Um, Dr. Jorgensen," she spoke up hesitantly, "could I please have my clothes back now?"

The dentist looked surprised. "Your clothes? I'm sorry, but it's been quite a while since you left. I'm not sure where they ended up."

Melissa's heart sank. "But... someone must know where they are, right?"

"Let me see," Dr. Jorgensen called in his receptionist and checked with his assistant, but neither of them knew anything about Melissa's missing clothes. "They apologized, but they don't know what happened with your clothes".

Melissa thought about the bag of new clothes from the mall. She at least has those.

"I guess it's okay," she **** a chuckle.

Dr. Jorgensen nodded sympathetically. "Well, if you need anything, please let us know. And don't forget to schedule that follow-up appointment on your way out."

Melissa thanked him weakly and turned to leave, dreading the moment she'd have to step back out into the waiting room.