Disaster strikes

Melissa focused on the dreamy Brad, whose muscles were accented by his scrubs. She hadn't noticed that Dr. Jorgensen had opened and closed the door on the wall opposite the waiting room, nor that he had walked up behind her, until he said quite authoritatively to her right ear, "Well hello there, Melisa, I haven't seen you in a while!"

This startled Melissa, who had still been starstruck by Brad, and she jumped up a bit, bringing her legs up. This, incidentally, jolted the table beside her and knocked over the vials. Most of the vials rolled over and onto the floor. Some, however, rolled onto Melissa and made stains on her skirt.

"Oh my God," Brad took a bib and tried blotting the stains when Dr. Jorgensen stopped him.

"That is of no use, Brad. Those are organic solvents, they'll leave a permanent stain on the skirt unless it is washed immediately. We have washing machines, go start them right now!"

Brad left without a word while Dr. Jorgensen turned to Melissa and motioned for her to stand up.

Melissa wondered whether the dentist was really going to take her skirt off right now, in what could be considered public. But she knew better, she thought, than to disobey the dentist so she stood up and felt his thumbs go in the waistband of her skirt.

"Doctor..." she tried to calm the dentist down; after all, it only looked like water that was on her skirt. More importantly, she thought she could feel the dentist's thumbs on her bare skin, meaning that they were maybe caught in the waistband of her panties, too!

"Melissa, your skirt will be ruined unless we take care of this promptly!" Dr. Jorgensen assured her, "we have washing machines for scrubs that can handle this. I'll have Brad take care of it."

Not wanting to have her skirt so preventably ruined, and forgetting for a moment about where the dentist's thumbs were, Melissa meekly yielded a "yes, sir".

With that, Dr. Jorgensen pulled down on the skirt and swiftly brought it to the floor. Unfortunately, Melissa could feel that her previous intuition was correct; the dentist had accidentally taken her panties down to the floor with him! Her reflexes were fast enough to pull down on her shirt, which could cover her crotch but only just.