<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PWLSrb2.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Starting line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- May 9th, 2006. 9:48 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Pietro<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Blaire's reflexes were sharp enough for her to slap Pietro's reaching hand away with her forearm just before it reached her face. She stood her ground, refusing to back away from him and seem like she was afraid or intimidated. The possibility of head-butting him in the mouth and crushing his balls with her knee had briefly crossed her mind, but as appealing as the thought was, she didn't want to risk getting herself thrown out of the event before even getting a chance to race. After all, she could hurt Pietro and his team much more efficiently on the track than off of it.<br/><br/>"Gross," she replied flatly. Pietro's insinuation was so absurd that she couldn't even really bring herself to feel particularly upset about it. "See what I mean? You don't even need to do anything, you can make me sick just be existing. Besides, I'm sure you're not even big enough to deepthroat." Blaire tapped him lightly on the tip of his nose with her lollipop before taking another lick from it, a subtle touch to make herself seem like she was in the more dominating position of the conversation.<br/><br/>"My talents would be wasted," the blonde added, sounding highly disappointed. "If you're really curious, though, just ask Adrian. Literally had him<em>coming</em>back for more." Her tone was dangerously provocative, like a well designed trap meant to lure its prey in before violently maiming it. With a rather suggestive wink, Blaire popped the lollipop back into her mouth and shoved it hard enough again her inner cheek to make it bulge out visibly, pumping it back and forth slowly a few times.