Kay gritted her teeth and let her eyes grow wide in pretend shock. This was the moment that she had thought about for the past two days. Would she panic? Would she be able to defend herself? She had never considered the possibility that she'd feel like puking on him.
The big question was whether he would push her down to the bench or try to kiss her sitting up. She needed him to push her down so that it would look more like an attack, but he seemed to be happy just sitting there and slobbering. So she helped him along, reaching with her arm-the one that the camera couldn't see-and pulling him onto her.
Rosseau and Kay fell to the bench, his bulk crushing her down. Damn, this guy's big. Did she really think she could take him when he was pinning her down like this? She twisted her head away and screamed for the camera, "Stop! Help! Mr. Rosseau, what are you doing?" Next she freed an arm and swung it wildly about, hitting him ineffectively. Kay was relieved to have her arm free, so she held back and played for the camera a little longer.
Rosseau kept up his attempts to kiss Kay, his cavernous mouth chasing her head as she twisted it back and forth to avoid him. I really deserve hazard pay for this. The camera saw it all as the two of them struggled on the bench, their upper bodies visible at the end of table.
After a very short time, Rosseau stopped, pushed himself away from Kay, and started to take off his pants. This freed Kay's legs and she slid out from under him, scooting down the bench a little bit while making sure to keep her inappropriately dressed lower half safely hidden behind the table, out of the camera's view. Free from his oppressive weight, she once again felt in control of the situation, and gave him a wide-eyed look of horror, her hands clasped together in supplication.
"No! Don't! Please!" She flipped her head quickly from side to side.
"You know you want it. You've been begging for it all night!"
He dropped his pants, and Kay's revulsion doubled. If this video made it to television, they would have to edit it with a black box, but not a very big one.
"Mr. Rosseau, you're a bad man!" Kay kicked him squarely in the crotch with so much fury that even she was surprised.
Rosseau doubled over and crashed onto the table. Then she stood up, pulled the top of her coat back on, and quickly left the room.