<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Demi Etherson</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>:  Black runners compression shorts (http://www.essentialapparel.com/images/detailed/1216683_large_black-model-front.jpg), black sports bra (http://saltyliquid.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/PivotSportsBraBLK1.jpg), and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/products/29-leadville).<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio -> Bedroom -> Driveway<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Clint -> Blake -> Marcellus<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Hey Demi," Jules said with her typical upbeat tone. "Didja eat yet? Clint, as usual, overdid it and made a fancy feast for thousands."</em><br/><br/>Demi said,<strong>"I had a salad earlier, I'm good. Besides, I like eating and drinking after I race."</strong>Which by eating and drinking she was of course referring to partying her brains out, getting late night munchies, raiding the fridge or some all night diner, and then hooking up with some complete stranger... or not so stranger - whichever opportunity first presented itself. She just smiled.<br/><br/>Stepping back off the patio Demi did a few minor stretches. She put one leg up on the patio then bent over to rest her chin on her leg to let it stretch out a moment, doing both. Then she followed with a few bent over toe grabs and looked around.<br/><br/>Her eyes fell on Clint drooling over Star by the pool.<strong>"Hey Cowboy, almost forgot you were over there. Wanna go for a run with me? If you want to come I'll be out in the parking lot in like five." </strong>She leaped back up on the patio and took off for her room.<br/><br/>Quietly, Demi opened the door so as not to wake the resting Blake. Blake was all curled up in her bed with the shades drawn so Demi tiptoed around. She turned her back to the resting woman and carefully removed her wet red bikini. The wet cloth clung to her skin and the warm air felt good once she was able to get it off. The bikini dropped the floor with a wet plop, she carelessly kicked the wet red mess over by her wardrobe. Demi was a slob like that. Then she bent over to grab a towel off the floor, it looked clean enough to her. She gave it a quick sniff then patted herself dry. Her running clothes were always clean and neatly folded on top of her wardrobe, there were several sets and all used often. She squeezed into a sleek pair of black compression shorts, sports bra, and back into her Luna running sandals.<br/><br/><strong>"Psst... Blake. If you're up, I'm going for a run. I'll be out in the drive, meet me in five if you wanna come."</strong>Demi half whispered it to Blake as she quietly slipped back out of the room. She didn't actually expect her to come, she never did before but you never know - today might be the day that she decided to join. The door closed with a little click.<br/><br/>From the room Demi made her way out the front of the house then to the driveway. Marcellus was all bent over his car working.  It was hard not to stop and admire the view, she bit her lip when he bent over.<em>Yes please</em>, she thought and crept up behind him. Carefully tip toeing to try not to let him know she was there. Then she attempted to slip her hands around to cover his eyes.<br/><br/>