<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Clint Shaw</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br/><strong>Location</strong>: By pool on the grass<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Star<br/><strong>Listening</strong>Star's random music mix<br/><hr/><br/>Clint made himself comfortable on top of Star, even daring to roll his hips in that slow controlled motion just to fuck with her. He had learned from past dealings with her that she was quick to make a bet or take up a challenge. It was a shame that Star did not "like" him much after he hustled her at the bar and their friendship became highly competitive.<br/><br/>"And my hat, we can't forget the hat darling." Clint smiled and tipped it her way as she upped the bet which had him thinking as he stared down at her chest.<strong> "If I place higher..." </strong>He began.<strong> "You are going to cook breakfast for me every Sunday for a month....wearing nothing but high heels and a smile." </strong>Clint made his counter offer as he slid a hand up her body until he stole a grope.<strong>"Deal?" </strong>He asked as he pushed the top off to get a peek at her tits! Clint was ready to roll off of her and run in case Star decided to come up swinging!