Yes, but not her pants or shoes

Panting, Jenn finally found the lost and found and saw her purse!

She ran up to it and grabbed it, rummaging through it and breathing a sigh of relief that her keys and wallet were still in there. She looked around for her shoes or the remnants of her leggings, but saw nothing there, nor anything else she could wear in the clothing department.

Jenn sighed, preferring to cut her losses and rushing out of the gym with the purse on her shoulder. Her bare feet dashed on the tile floor, the concrete, and then the asphalt as she rushed to her car and beeped it open, tossing the purse onto the passenger seat as she started up her Civic and chucked it into gear to head over to the clinic a couple of blocks away that she had seen on Google Maps on her phone.

It was a quick enough drive that Jenn didn't bother with a seatbelt, and she pulled into the parking lot and rushed in to the waiting room.

"Umm, excuse me," she whispered discreetly to the receptionist, "I had ... intimate encounters with several men in the locker room, and would like to be tested and checked out."

"Ummm," the receptionist stumbled, "were these consensusal?"

"Oh," Jenn hesitated for just a second before answering, "yes."

The receptionist gave Jenn the paperwork, eyeing her skimpy outfit up and down, and Jenn just walked back to the seats to fill it out, giving the receptionist a clear view of her toned bite-marked ass.