2Oopsie... Um... I guess I've written a Party Down story. I didn't mean to... I was just fucking around and it happened. It's pretty short, but it's a complete story, so I figured I'd publish it. It was a total accident. You can see it if you want, if you're one of the eight people on the planet who have seen this show:
"All Kinds of Women, All Kinds of Men"
Summary: Extended / alternate version of the scene in the episode "Not on Your Wife Opening Night" where Ron miscalculates Lydia's sexual interest in him and takes things way too far.
NOTES: I'm kinda sadistic and wanted to make this scene more traumatizing than it already was, so I've written it to be longer and more dramatic. Ron already took things too far in the original work, and I'm gonna have him take things a little bit further too far. I'm guessing I'm not the only one who felt a little uncomfortable watching this scene play out in the episode, even though the characters seemed to brush it off and forget about it pretty fast, and there were lots of tiny little things I noticed which I kind of wanted to elaborate on. Things do go a bit differently in this than in the original scene, but the general feeling is the same - Ron thinks Lydia is into him and acts on it - Lydia is not into Ron and is kinda reasonably terrified when he starts passionately kissing her... Same thing as how it goes down in the show - it just goes a little bit further and makes everyone involved feel worse.
I took the first bit of dialogue directly from the show. The rest is my own creation, pretty much. I don't take credit for the parts I took from the show, and barely take credit for the parts I wrote since the characters and even the scene itself is taken directly from the show. Anyway, whatever. Here it is:
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Chapter 1
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"Hey I don't get it." Kyle complained as he and Lydia made their way back into the kitchen. "You know, I've tried everything... The looks, the double-entendres, and nothing." He shrugged dramatically.
"Well, some women like the direct approach." Lydia suggested, trying to help her co-worker out. He was trying to win over a woman at the theater in order to get a donation from her, and she figured, since she was a woman, and during her life she had had lots of friends who were women, maybe she could give him some pointers. "You know. Just step up, look 'em in the eye, and make your move."
"Yeah? Seems a little crude." Kyle frowned.
"Well, some women like it." She shrugged. She didn't necessarily feel that way herself, but she had known women who preferred their suitors to be pretty straight-forward and didn't respond as well to subtle hints. She'd had a friend once who got totally offended when a man was anything but alarmingly direct with her, so maybe Kyle could try to be more direct and see what came of it.
"Alright." Kyle sighed and made his way out of the room. She hoped things would work out for him. Her advice didn't always actually help people, no matter how much she wanted it to, but that didn't stop her from trying. It was entirely possible Kyle wasn't going to get this lady's attention no matter how he went about it. She might have just not been interested. Lydia didn't want to tell him that though and make him give up before exhausting his options. It was worth a try anyway.
As Lydia set her tray down, she noticed Ron standing near the wall and glancing toward her with a weird look in his eye, almost like he knew a secret and was dying to share it with her. He'd been being kinda weird all evening. Ever since he caught her looking at his pants after he'd backed into a cake without realizing it, things between them had been kind of awkward. She hadn't meant to stare, but as soon as he turned around, he started looking at her really weird and she couldn't bring herself to tell him why she had been staring. Ever since then, he had acted strange each and every time the two of them were in the same room as each other - maybe he'd found the frosting and was embarrassed. Hopefully he wasn't offended that she hadn't told him and had let him walk around the event with frosting all over him. She didn't know. She just knew he was being weird, but decided to ignore his odd behaviors just as she had been for the rest of the night, in favor of trying to be nice so that maybe the awkwardness would dissolve and the frosting thing could be forgotten.
Even though what she and Kyle had been discussing had nothing to do with him, and he likely didn't know a thing about how women preferred to be approached, she decided to include him in the conversation. "Right?" She looked up and smiled at him.
"Sure." He smiled back and nodded.
She hoped he wouldn't say anything else to bring back the awkwardness that had seemed to linger between them all night... Their last conversation tonight had been nothing short of bizarre. She'd told him she'd see him later, and he'd creepily said 'not if I see you first,' like it had some kind of double meaning. Lydia didn't even know what the single meaning of that was, unless he was implying that he'd see her while she didn't realize it, before she knew he was there, but she wasn't sure why he'd even suggest that... Was he joking about stalking her? Was he implying that he was going to be watching her without her knowledge? She didn't know. It was weird and borderline creepy, but she just figured he was trying to be funny or something and that she didn't get his joke. Lydia quite often didn't get people's jokes... but then he'd said it again and kept staring at her like he was waiting on her to say something back. She didn't know what he meant, so she'd just laughed it off and moved on.
"There's all kinds of women." Lydia continued making conversation as she grabbed a cloth and began wiping down the counter. It wasn't really that dirty, but she needed to do something to keep herself busy - both to make the night go by faster, and because she was a little unsure about participating in whatever small-talk Ron might have to offer up.
"And all kinds of men." Ron noted from behind her.
"Oh boy." She chuckled as she bent forward and leaned across the counter to reach the far side. "You can say that again."
She continued cleaning the surface, leaning far over and stretching all the way over so she could clean the whole thing without walking around to the other side. Being short sure made things difficult. It didn't take long before she felt a presence behind her... very close behind her. Lydia froze. For some reason Ron had decided to come stand within inches of her, so close that she could practically feel the heat of his legs so near to hers. He wasn't talking or helping her clean or anything. He was just standing there, looming over her.
She was almost afraid to even acknowledge it, but she was much more afraid not to. He'd been being kind of weird all night, and she was willing to put up with it, but this was maybe too far. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but she could think of no innocent reason for him to stand over her like that, especially not while she was facing away from him and bent over. It was nothing but creepy.
Standing up straight, Lydia spun around and looked up at him with a frown. She hoped he had a reasonable explanation and that he'd tell her what it was pretty quickly, because she was really starting to feel uncomfortable, and even a little scared. Some men were pretty much creeps, and while she wanted to think she knew Ron well enough to not have to worry about that with him, lately she was starting to not feel so sure, especially right now.
"Hi." Ron spoke in a low voice as he stared down at her with a really weird look in his eyes and a bizarre smile on his face.
Lydia stared back, swallowing a lump in her throat. She wasn't exactly an assertive person, and often couldn't bring herself to be mean even when she wanted to be, so even though her instincts told her to shove Ron away, warn him to keep his distance from now on, and ask him what the hell was wrong with him, she settled on an uncertain, meek. "Hi...?" It was more of a question than anything, but she offered a nervous smile to go along with it. She didn't want Ron to think she was upset with him, and she wasn't really... Just unsettled by him in this particular moment.
Apparently Ron took her response as an invitation of some sort, because before Lydia could even process what was happening, he'd grabbed her, was lifting her off the ground and onto the counter-top, and was kissing her pretty aggressively on her mouth.
It was a rough, uninvited kiss, and for the first few seconds of it, Lydia couldn't even begin to think of how to respond. She opened her mouth to say something - she didn't have a plan of what it might be - just something, anything to let him know he needed to back off... but as soon as she did, Ron took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth and kiss her deeper.
She cried out a frantic, muffled whimper as Ron pushed her back against the counter, climbed on top of her, and continued his rather forceful kiss. She couldn't speak with his mouth covering her own, but wasn't sure what she'd say even if she could. Instead of saying anything at all, she put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. He pretty much had her pinned down, with his large body threatening to crush her against the counter top, so not only could she not cry out for help or beg him to stop, but she could barely move either.
"Oh, Lydia." Ron panted between kisses as he ran his large hands up and down her upper-arms.
Lydia couldn't even articulate any words at the moment. This whole ordeal was simply so shocking to her. She had no idea Ron had it in him to try to force himself on someone. Between whimpers muffled by his mouth over hers, all Lydia could bring herself to verbally communicate with were tiny, muffled, uncertain half-shrieks of fear.
As Ron continued nearly suffocating her with unwanted kisses, Lydia flailed around, looking for her purse on the shelf behind them. She knew she had pepper-spray in it, and even though she really hated to use it on someone she kind of considered a friend, she also really hated the thought of allowing him to continue with this. Even as she cried out and pushed her hands against his chest, he wasn't stopping. Unfortunately, it seemed pepper-spray was going to be her only option if she wanted to get out of this situation.
"Oh my god, Lydia." Ron exhaled as he continued kissing her and started moving his hands over her body.
Lydia squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered as she felt around behind her, knocking over numerous containers filled with various cooking utensils as she flailed about. They landed on the floor with a loud clanging noise, but Ron didn't seem to mind the noise. He must not have cared if someone heard and came in to see what was going on, or maybe he was just too in the moment to even notice.
She felt her heart sink when she finally managed to find her purse. She was flailing around so wildly that as soon as her fingertips touched it, it teetered and fell off the shelf and onto the floor. She must have grabbed at it too forcefully in her state of panic.
With a frightened whimper, she pushed her hands against Ron's chest in an effort to shove him off of her. She didn't want to outright hit him... He was clearly stronger than she was, and if she made him angry, she didn't know what he might do. She wanted him to stop, but she was scared fighting too hard might only make things worse for her. He clearly didn't have a problem bothering with consent or accepting no for an answer, but would he be violent with her? If she hit him, she might find out, but she didn't want to... The pepper-spray would have probably properly subdued him. She wasn't sure hitting him could accomplish the same result. She wasn't strong enough to hit him hard enough to stop him, and anything less could easily backfire.
"Mmm, yeah." Ron moaned as he stopped kissing her for a few seconds and focused his attention on running his hands up over her thighs, across her stomach, and onto her chest. "I've been thinking about this all night." He breathed as pushed his hands against her breasts.
"Ron, please..." Lydia finally brought herself to speak in a shaking voice as she put both of her hands on his chest and weakly tried to push him away. She felt her entire body trembling. She was scared and felt pretty betrayed. Why would Ron do this to her? She thought they were friends... And they'd worked together for a little while by now... He'd never been inappropriate with her before. It had all been so sudden.
"That's so sexy." Ron panted as he stopped groping her only long enough to reach down and grab her shirt in two fists, un-tucking it in one swift, almost violent tug and then pushing his hands up under it. She felt his fingers run gently across her skin as he pushed her shirt slightly upward and leaned down for another uninvited kiss.
Lydia closed her eyes again. It didn't seem like Ron was going to let her go. She inhaled a shaking, panicked breath. She didn't know what else to do or how else to beg him to stop. She had thought he was a nice guy - she had thought he wouldn't ever want to take advantage of someone like this... Ron was quite a tall and physically imposing man, but she never knew she wasn't safe around him. She even once felt that being around him was like an extra line of security - no one would mess with her or any of their coworkers with Ron standing around, looking kinda tough. She thought he'd use his strength to protect people - not to hurt them. But she guessed she had been wrong about him.
"Please..." She gasped in a tiny, frightened whisper, feeling more and more trapped and hopeless by the second. "Ron, don't hurt me." She begged, feeling tears springing to her eyes. She never thought she'd have to beg him not to do this, and no longer felt hopeful that doing so was going to do her any good.
"Oh, don't worry, Lydia. I won't hurt you." Ron still sounded out of breath as he spoke and seemed to ignore her hands pressing against his chest as she continued trying to shove him off of her. He must have known she couldn't possibly fend him off and therefore didn't mind her trying. "I'm a very gentle lover." He added.
Lydia squeezed her eyes shut tighter and tried to keep herself from crying as Ron pushed his hands up under her shirt. He wasn't exactly being rough, but she'd begged him not to do this and he wasn't honoring that. It broke her heart that he'd betray her trust in such an emotionally painful way. She breathed in a shaking, ragged breath and blinked back tears as she tried to take her mind somewhere else. It was hard to ignore the fact that her co-worker's hands were under her shirt while he hovered threateningly over her.
Pulling her hands into fists, she pushed uselessly against his chest one last time before finally giving up with a frustrated whimper. Fighting back did her no good. He wasn't going to let her go. She shuddered and kept her eyes closed as she felt his hands all over her body. As one fumbled around under her shirt, the other moved down toward her waist. As soon as she felt his hand gripping the top of her pants and his fingers fumbling with the button, Lydia let out a choked sob.
She still couldn't believe Ron was doing this, but he clearly was, and there wasn't a damn thing she was going to be able to do to stop him. Lydia kept her eyes shut tight to try to keep herself from being too present in this moment as she felt Ron's hand on her arm. She ignored his touch and brought her hands up close to her face, tried to shrink in on herself, and continued sobbing, hoping this would all be over soon.
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Yes, there is a chapter 2. Stay tuned.