<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QG1WmMH.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. 9:51 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jason, Terry<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>This Terry Desmares jerk was pretty hard to read, Blaire had to admit as she wondered what exactly he was playing at and what was going through that mind of his, but there was one look that she never failed to notice. Sex was to Blaire what blood was to a shark or pollen was to a bee. If there was even a hint or the possibility of one in the air, she'd sniff it out. And right now, she could feel it crawling all over her skin, causing goosebumps to spring up all over her arms and legs as she followed Terry's eyes.<br/><br/>She might not have known what his brain was thinking, but she could tell what his cock wanted. And despite the virtually tangible animosity in the air, she wanted him too. Unlike Pietro, who was her polar opposite, blaire could sense that Terry's spirit had much more in common than hers. On a different night, in different circumstances, it would have been an all-but-guaranteed hookup, but on<em>this</em>night, they were enemies. On this night, she'd keep her hormones in check until at least after the races, and do everything in her power to mess with his if he was stupid enough to bite.<br/><br/>Particularly after the figurative backhand to the face that he'd dealt her only offering Jason his hand to shake. Sure, the blonde would almost certainly have politely declined and offered Terry a middle finger for his trouble, but he didn't know that...maybe. It was such a blatant attempt to make her feel inadequate and inferior by bringing up the fact that she was a woman in a male-dominated that Blaire<em>should</em>have just laughed and let it roll off her shoulders, but somehow the brazenness of it all threatened to set her off like nobody's business.<br/><br/>It didn't make her desire him any less; if anything, the blonde wanted him even more badly. More specifically, she wanted him kneeling down at her feet, defeated and begging. Yeah, maybe then and only then would she graciously let him tap that.<br/><br/>Her muscles tensed briefly, just like she was about to push herself away from her car to get in Terry's face, and she was, right up until Jason took a stand and retorted for her. It wasn't every day that he decided to give some punk a much needed reality check, so Blaire held back and let him speak, deriving no small amount of pleasure from the way that he snubbed Terry's macho-bullshit-handshake. Her body language relaxed again and she held her lollipop up in front of her mouth, licking away at it slowly and pensively every now and again while staring at some random point in the dark horizon behind Terry, observing as his team formed up behind him like henchmen in an action flick without actually focusing her gaze on any of them.<br/><br/>It was definitely the brute force, kitchen sink approach to intimidation. She had to admit that they did at least look like a pretty fearsome team compared to hers (John not even bothering to show up wasn't helping matters), but Blaire drew some comfort from the fact that that she'd seen at least two or three of them around the scene before and that she hadn't been overly impressed or anything. Lisa would humiliate them in the time trials, and she'd eat them alive if they dared to enter the dead-start, but Blaire was pretty sure by then that Terry was a lock as one of her opponents in her race.<br/><br/>Which reminded her of her initial strategy: flustering her handsome foe as much as possible by making him think of anything other than racing. In this case, the main thing that he'd shown an interest in so far was her, so seduction was on the menu. Or at least the build-up of lust. It may have been Terry's and the North Stars' home turf, but manipulation was Blaire's game, and she didn't mind being the 'away' team.<br/><br/>Holding the stick of her sweet treat between her index and middle finger, the blonde eventually did push herself away from her car to close even more of the distance that still separated her from Terry after Jason had said what he had to say, but his interjection bought her enough time to stymie her vexation. Her movements were confident and slinky as she gravitated into Terry's personal space, no more than a foot left between them.<br/><br/>Blaire looked up at him with subdued desire flickering behind her defiant green eyes, exactly as if she'd been trying to hide it but couldn't manage to keep some of it from accidentally surfacing. The feeling wasn't hard to fake, what with it being real and all. She was just controlling its proportioning and projection to make Terry believe an altered version of the truth.<em>Now something to grab his attention</em>. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her low-rising jeans and panties, the blonde casually and purposely tugged down on them, revealing the bottom edge of her belly tattoo (a clock framed by large wings, stars and musical notes)...and then some. Though she didn't quite show the goods, anyone who might have been wondering whether or not Blaire was completely smooth down there could rest easier tonight knowing for a fact that she was, indeed.<br/><br/>"Mmm. No box, but I'm seeing plenty of tools," Blaire purred out the jab at Terry's team, her voice sounding a bit like it might while she was hot and out of breath in the middle of intercourse. He'd catch on if she suddenly warmed up to him, but even being a total bitch could sound alluring.<br/><br/><em>Just look down and you're mine</em>.