Too chicken for clothes

After the appointment was said and done, Melissa looked at Mary and at the pile of her clothes on the desk.

"Welp, thanks for coming in today," Mary said with a cheer but with no motion towards the pile of fabric just to her left on her desk. "See you next Thursday!"

Mary just smiled while Melissa stood there, naked and expressionless. Melissa thought about asking for her clothes back, but the thought died in her throat as she was too silent to even hem and haw.

Mary, meanwhile, had turned the computer back to herself and had resumed her normal business, Melissa's shirt and skirt resting gently on the left side of her keyboard. Melissa mustered one last bout of courage and was about to approach her when she heard the door bell ring. She looked around at a tall silver-haired fellow dressed in jeans, a checkered red shirt, and a beige jacket. The man gently nudged her aside, the back of his hand brushing up against her bare right arm as he looked her naked form up and down, and then quickly turned to Mary to check in.

"Oh, hello Mr. Johnson," Mary cheerfully acknowledged the new guest and began to check him in. Realizing that their conversation was going to be too deep for her to interrupt and would last at least several minutes, Melissa sighed at her lost opportunity to get dressed and resigned herself to driving home naked. As she stepped out into the street, she was at least grateful for the summer weather.