Dr. Stevenson has a request

When they arrived in the exam room, he gestured at her to sit in a regular chair rather than the normal exam chair. She did so nervously still aware of how she was dressed.

“Melissa. I have to admit that what I’m about to say is a little unusual. I’ve known you a long time and I frankly didn’t believe it, but seeing you now, I do.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t understand," Melissa fidgeted, crossing her legs to cover her crotch and prevent the incipient juices from staining her skirt and the chair.

“Of course not. Sorry. As you may or may not know, I’m a long time member of the local Rotary club. We had our meeting last night and I had a long conversation with an old friend that I believe you know, Dr. Jorgensen, the dentist.”

Melissa froze, her mind flashing back to yesterday’s experience. Stevenson went on, “He told me the most fascinating story about a young woman in his office yesterday. He, of course, didn’t offer up a name, but he described you well enough that I figured out who it must be. When I asked him, he confirmed it. I must admit that while I found the fact that you ended up unclothed amazing enough, the really extraordinary part was his description of your…reaction to the nudity.” She started to say something although she had no idea what she could say, but he held up his hand and she obediently went silent. “Would you say his description was accurate?”

Melissa, unwilling to call his professional colleague a liar, choked out a quiet “yes, sir".

“So, I’m aware that most people don’t enjoy having their eyes examined and, although you may not realize it, I strive to make people comfortable in this office. Please stand up.” Trembling a little bit, and aware that her arousal was increasing, she uncrossed her legs and stood. “Given the story I’ve heard from Dr. Jorgensen and my desire to make things comfortable for my patients, I would like for you to disrobe.”