ronnie kegg can kick [your] ass. (keggers) wrote in wished,
While Veronica Kegg was a rather outgoing individual, she wasn't the type to give anyone a lap dance. It definitely spoke levels that she felt compelled to dance for him in the privacy of her own bedroom. Veronica couldn't deny that she had actual feelings growing for Harold, something about him just made her genuinely happy. The fact that she couldn't point out exactly what it was made her frustrated beyond belief, but it also made her feel the need to be around him and try to figure it out. He really was the only guy she ever came across that could handle her.... ways. Most men were turned off by how abrasive and obnoxious she could be, but Harold just kept coming back for more, no matter how much she verbally abused him and kicked him around. It actually shocked Kegg to see him come around as much as he did. Especially the last time when he showed up at her work. Her co-workers were equally shocked to see an actual male really wanting to take her out on a date.
As the last few beats of the song finished, the song immediately changed and broad smirk curled on her lips as the first notes of a sultry saxophone blared through the speakers (Which sounded an awful lot like "Down in Mexico" by The Coasters).
Lips slowly mouthed the lyrics, as she continued to dance with her back towards Harold. Grinding her body down towards the floor, hips swayed slowly and seductively. Luring him to watch and begging him to touch. Was it obvious Veronica knew how to work Harold's weakness? What didn't know that every straight man's weakness was a lap dance? Smirking broadly, she glanced over her shoulder towards Harold. Immediately, the song changed beats, and Ronnie swayed her hips back up and turned around to face him. Running her hands down the front of her jersey once more, she took the few steps that it would take to press her body against him. Climbing onto his lap, knees were placed on either side of him and her body began to slide against him.
Those sharp hazel eyes kept their gaze on him, as she ran her fingers through his hair. Lacing them into his short hair, she pulled his head back forcefully. Leaning forward a very light kiss was pressed to his throat, as her tongue flicked out to trace up his neck and towards his chin. Releasing the grip that she had in his hair, her hand pushed him back down so he was laying down. With Harold in position, Veronica sat back up and began to grind down against his waist. Hips moving fluidly in beat with the music, she made sure that her movements on top of him were deliberate and forceful. She wanted Harold to feel every time she brought her body against him, and each bump and grind.
What did she have in mind after the lap dance? Well, Veronica wasn't exactly sure, herself. She was sort of hoping Harold knew what to do.