No

Against all instinct, Melissa sat up and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Rather than bring it down again, however, she pulled it up over her head, bringing her white sports bra into view. After giving the shirt, and the bib that came off with it, to Dr. Jorgensen, Melissa sat back down, clamping her legs tightly, both to keep her crotch out of view and to keep the wetness out of view. She cursed Brad for the moisture she felt on her most intimate areas, which she clamped both hands over for safety. Jorgensen placed the shirt and bib on the counter next to him and noticed Melissa's tension.

"Melissa, I can't work with you so tense," then he chuckled, "you know, you're quite prudish for someone who doesn't wear panties."

Melissa didn't have the audacity to correct him and point out that she did, in fact, wear panties, he had just removed them.

"I need you to relax, so let me find something for you to cover up with," he looked at the wall and saw the helmet. "Ah, there we go. Here, use this."

He handed her the helmet, which she took with her left hand and placed over her crotch, but she did not relax a single bit.

"No, no," Jorgensen corrected her, "you need to relax, relax..." he grabbed her left leg and pulled it out a bit. Melissa got the hint and spread out a bit more. Unfortunately, the helmet wouldn't go all the way down, and with the dentist's chair facing the waiting room door Melissa could just imagine her pussy being seen by the whole waiting room, or even Brad! She knew she had to cover up completely with the helmet, so she spread out some more until her legs hit the arms of the chair. Jorgensen just laughed more and pulled the arms of the chair back. Melissa kept spreading her legs until the helmet finally covered her most sacred spot, even if it meant that her legs were spread so wide open that they almost fell asleep.

"Okay, that's much better," Jorgensen commented as Melissa was indeed a lot more relaxed in this state. He set off back to work and continued the examination until a voice came up on the intercom asking him to go to the front desk with Jessica.

Jorgensen excused himself and went to the door facing the waiting room. Realizing Melissa's state, however, he turned around and went out the back door, leaving Melissa in only her sports bra and a military helmet covering her most intimate areas. She stared at her shirt that was only a few feet away but may have been in the next county over.