Dr. Jorgensen isn't concerned about just her skirt

As the skirt fell to the floor, Melissa's eyes widened in horror, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks. She stood frozen, her shirt clutched in her hands, trying to cover herself as much as possible. Dr. Jorgensen, oblivious to the fact that he had also removed Melissa's panties, bent down to pick up the skirt, his face inches from her exposed legs. Melissa's heart racing, she watched in mortification as the dentist's hands brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Brad, who had been waiting by the washing machines, walked back into the room, a look of concern on his face.

As Brad's eyes met Melissa's, they widened in surprise, and he quickly averted his gaze, his face flushing with embarrassment. Dr. Jorgensen, still oblivious to the situation, handed Brad the skirt and said, "Here, put this in the washing machine, and make sure to use cold water." Brad took the skirt, his eyes darting back to Melissa, who was still frozen in mortification, her shirt clutched in her hands.

Dr. Jorgensen, satisfied that the situation was seemingly under control, turned back to Melissa and said, "Now, let's get you cleaned up. We can't have you walking around with those solvents on your skin." As Dr. Jorgensen spoke, his eyes finally met Melissa's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Melissa's face was still flushed with embarrassment, and her eyes were wide with mortification. Dr. Jorgensen's expression, however, remained calm and professional, completely unaware of the compromising situation he had just put Melissa in.

Dr. Jorgensen reached out his hand, gesturing for Melissa to follow him. She hesitated for a moment, still clutching her shirt, before slowly releasing it and allowing the dentist to lead her towards the back of the office. As they walked, Melissa couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. She couldn't believe what had just happened and couldn't help but wonder what Dr. Jorgensen had in mind for her. Dr. Jorgensen led her to a small room in the back of the office, filled with various medical supplies and a large sink.

"Please, Melissa, come over here and let me clean those solvents off your skin," Dr. Jorgensen said, his voice calm and professional.

"What do you mean?" Melissa asked as she hesitantly approached the sink, still in shock over what had just happened. She couldn't believe that she was standing in front of the dentist in nothing but her shirt and bra, with her skirt and panties in the washing machine.

Dr. Jorgensen turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature of the water.

As the warm water began to flow from the faucet, Dr. Jorgensen gently took Melissa's arm and guided her closer to the sink. Melissa's eyes widened slightly as she felt the dentist's fingers wrap around her wrist, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but wonder what he intended to do next, her mind racing with possibilities.

Dr. Jorgensen's eyes met hers, his expression calm and reassuring. "Please, Melissa, don't worry. I just need to clean the solvents off your skin," he said, his voice soothing.

Melissa hesitated for a moment, still feeling **** and exposed, but eventually nodded her head in agreement. Dr. Jorgensen took a soft cloth and gently began to wipe the solvents off of Melissa's legs, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. As he worked, Melissa couldn't help but notice the way his eyes seemed to linger on her skin, his gaze intense and focused. She felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal, her heart racing in her chest.