<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.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>- En route to The Rusty Spur Saloon<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- April 15th, 2006. 11:00 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Blaire gave out a quick, plaintive cry and turned towards Clint, wearing the most forlorn pout on her face that might have made her look like a cute little girl imploring her father for an ice cream cone if not for those scintillating<em>fuck me</em>eyes. She whined weakly a bit more as she sunk back into her seat, lowered her leg and pressed her head back against the headrest. "It's fine, I don't mind a lil' wetness anyways," she replied before sighing with disappointment and longing. Clint's goal of driving her crazy had certainly been accomplished, as Blaire was just about ready to force him to pull over and violate him right there on the side of the road, but she'd be damned if she was going to be deprived of her fucking mechanical bull ride after that long-ass drive and agonizing teasing. A few hard drinks wouldn't be unwelcome either.<br/><br/>"What, you worried some sexy trucker is going to seduce me or something?" Blaire called back after hopping down from the truck. She had to readjust her dress and underwear before following Clint to the door, the blaring country music assaulting her ears before she even stepped inside. The place looked about as redneck-ish as you could possibly get, and Blaire had never seen so many cowboy boots and hats and massive belt buckles all in one place before, but that was pretty much what she'd wanted anyways, so it was cool. If she was going to get her ass thrown off of a raging bull, she wanted to at least do it in the most authentic setting possible.<br/><br/>"Get us some drinks?" she asked  (but more like commanded) before sneakily slipping away into the crowd away from Clint, looking for the hottest guy that she could ask to show her how to do some stupid line dance or whatever they did around there to hopefully make him jealous and earn a small measure of revenge for being denied.