<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 micro-mini skirt, black converse sneakers, polarized aviator shades, and  black & red racing gloves with matching mid-riff exposing jacket (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/1Burn0ut/9302024567_ecc5ff6f08_b_zpsf9ffd2a1.jpg) - sans top.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Streets then parked alongside a bunch of other race cars<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Open<br/><hr/><br/>Demi had almost been late. True to form she had been out running right up until the last minute. All she had time for was a quick cold shower then dress and run. It wasn't the most fashionable ensemble but Florida nights in the summer could be hot and sticky so the tiny skirt, sans top, and little racing jacket seemed like enough to her. She kept the jacket unzipped or mostly unzipped - it covered enough and let enough show to distract people.<br/><br/>Traffic was fun, Demi kept pace running hard as she dodged and weaved between cars. No letting up, no backing down, every stop light became a starting line for her. The twin turbo all wheel drive three hundred and thirty horsepower car left everyone in it's wake. A smarmy looking guy in a Porsche 911 turbo looked into her car. She smiled and waggled her eyebrows at him. Her window slid down and so did his.<br/><br/>Demi said, "Nice car."<br/><br/>He replied the same but added, "What's a little thing like you doing driving a muscle car like that for?"<br/><br/>She smiled and looked his shiny Porshe up and down. "I race it." She opened up her jacket a little and saw him leer lustfully. "Beat me to the next light and I'll let you get a better look... at the car."<br/><br/>He laughed at her and nodded. Demi's window went up. The light turned green...<br/><br/>The gears flowed as the engine roared to life. Stepping on the gas was like willing the car to move forward, the harder she pressed on it the further and faster the car went. The acceleration threw her back into the seat as she pulled and pushed on the shifter. The little rpm gauge bobbed in sync to the shifting. The Porsche was some where behind her.<br/><br/>With an arm stuck out the window she waved back at the Porsche behind and she turned down the road.<br/><br/>A few blocks later she came on the scene. Cars were lined up, people mulled about, admired the cars, and music played. It was like a scene from a movie. Her car glided along the rows until she found a spot. As usual Demi was oblivious to whether she should park there or not and paid no attention to the people around.. she just found an empty hole and parked in it.<br/><br/>Her long leg glided out of the car first and the rest of her trashy little outfit followed. The skirt raised up enough to give anyone nearby a good view of her girl parts until she stood and smoothed it back into place. The micro-mini barely leaving anything to the imagination even when pushed back into place. Her jacket hung loose so the shape, form, and inside of her breasts were fully exposed. Demi leaned back on the car and smiled as somewhere nearby she heard dance music playing. Her body shivered with the pent up urge to dance but she fought it and was satisfied to lean back on the car and absorb the sounds. Her eyes closed behind the purple tinted aviator shades.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><em>*edit to fix a broken link*</em></span>