Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay
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				Title: <strong>Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 07:16:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rising California</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>IC - Where The Rebels Lay</em></span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i49.tinypic.com/2jfx2ci.jpg)(http://i50.tinypic.com/muud82.jpg)(http://i48.tinypic.com/ae35s3.jpg)</div>Where ever any character happens to be that doesn't quite belong with everyone else. Intended for Cowboy, Rex, and C. Anderson<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 08:22:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Phil's Poker Porker Room <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th 8pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><hr><hr><br><br><div align="center">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/pokerroom_zps33d24ced.jpg)<br><br><em>Phil's Poker Porker Room - A small town poker room hidden behind a BBQ joint a bit out of the city. The place attracts locals and semi-pros, new players are screened to make sure they are not cops or looking to put an end. No weapons are allowed inside except for the guards at the door. </em></div><br>Clint was enjoying some ribs at Phil's the BBQ pit he loved to eat. Phil's was great for two reasons, 1- Their ribs were the best in the state. 2- Those who knew about it, played poker in one of the side rooms. The stakes were low, 250 buy in, house took a percentage the rest was split between the top 3. It was a good way to come out with a couple grand if you were lucky and Clint tended to get lucky since he would roll with Jamie or Blair. He had called the girls out to join him, if they had the money they could come play or one could just play distraction as a flirt. No big shots came around, typically it was middle aged men who wanted to get a game in, but that didn't meant they wouldn't be distracted by a scantily clad beauty like Blair and/or Jamie. <br><br>Unsure if either would show up, Clint continued enjoying his meal before the game was scheduled to begin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 23:48:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Phil's Poker Porker Room<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th, 2006. 8:04 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>Opting to surprise Cowboy just a bit, Blaire hadn't bothered texting him back to let him know whether or not she'd be joining him at their usual poker and BBQ spot. She was pretty excited and happy that he'd invited her, though, since she was feeling pretty bored and hungry anyways. This was the perfect solution to both problems all wrapped into one. She liked poker. Blaire wasn't too bad at it either, usually winning a bit more than she lost in the long run, but she also wasn't very wise when handling her cash, so she only sometimes had the bankroll to go play. But it was a rush whenever she did. Like racing, only different. Hanging out with Clint wasn't a bad bonus either, he knew how to have a good time, and she certainly appreciated that.<br><br>"Thanks," Blaire said smoothly, announcing herself as she swooped in from behind her favorite fuckfriend, snatching the rib that he'd just picked up right out of his grasp before slouching down lazily into the seat across from him. The blonde took a bite of her newly won treat quizzically as if deciding if she liked it or not, even though she'd already had the ribs there before and knew perfectly well how exquisite they were.<br><br>"Mm," she finished chewing and leaned in, stretching her arms out over the table like a cat. "Wanna go fuck in the bathroom?" Blaire smiled devilishly as sha flashed cowboy her most alluring and hungry eyes...but she was really hungry for something else at the moment, and it had all been a distraction for her free hand to inch its way over towards his plate in an attempt to steal it. She was never satisfied with only a taste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 00:54:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpxgz6aRPpHJ-kqMBHg3i-TDQIhclCfucOhQLIYevqFrboXlw1)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Chris Anderson </span></span> <br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> -&nbsp; Eric Dr, Sacramento<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> April 16th-7:30pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> -Open and All<br><hr><hr><br>Chris smiled waiting for the connection to complete, he was in the home of his latest lady, she was nice enough, a hell of a body and with a number of lady friends of&nbsp; a similar cut , the sex in the last week had been fantastic amongst the best he's had since coming to the states, but beyond sex and his car she was sadly uninteresting and uninterested , sometime in the next few days he'd move on , he doubted that she would take much if any time to find the next cock with a car, and for his part there were always long legged women barely dressed for him to sample, thou one day it would be nice to encounter a woman with brains and a personality as well as the physical package he craved.<br><br>Suddenly a face appeared on the computer the one person in the world he trusted absolutely and completely.<br><br>"G'day Tom" Chris said to his childhood friend , the son of the man who had stepped in and funded his driving after his parents died up until his one and only WRC drive. Thomas Heremaia Roberts was the sum of an English father and Maori mother and so was blessed with European features and Maori skin tone, back home he was popular with the ladies, his latest conquest was last years Miss Canterbury , runner up to Miss New Zealand who had made top ten in the Miss World competition. Of course it didn't hurt that his father was a multi- millionaire.<br><br>&lt;Kia ora bro hows it going mate&gt; Tom said<br><br>"Not too bad mate, sorry its been a few months since I last made contact"<br><br>&lt;She'll be right mate no worries, According to the connection you're in California still , what you setting up shop? its not like you to stick in one state&gt;<br><br>"Yeah I was planning on shooting thru heading up north or go into the wops but something about this place is keeping me here mate"<br><br>&lt;Like what , I thought you were moving to keep the septic law off your back, shit mate don't tell me you're still with that chick wants her name Carrie&gt;<br><br>"Karen with a C" Chris said with a smile recalling the blond he'd met shortly after reaching California, that relationship had lasted almost a month ending only when her unmentioned husband showed up "She was married&nbsp; it turned out so I got the Spanish archer"<br><br>Tom laughed loudly at that , it took almost a minute for him to speak again &lt;So much for her being the one, I told ya , didn't I , I said she'd give you the elbow, it least she wasn't like that 'girl' you met in Kansas&gt;<br><br>"Don't even go there mate, hows the whanau?"<br><br>&lt;Not too bad , Dad still reckons you should head to Canada use your Brit passport and head home he can get you a job working for one of the V8 super car teams as a test driver, not the same as racing Bathhurst for real but it pays well, he'd really like you to do that , as for mum she's all about the kai mate she's betting you haven't eaten properly since you left&gt;<br><br>"And Stacey" Chris asked after Tom's sister noting the smile drop from his friends face.<br><br>&lt;She's up the duff mate, hapu , six months gone,&nbsp; mums cool about it...now ,but dad he was ropeable, you remember Rio don't ya that little shit that used to tag along with that nut job Sam Denison from school don't ya, he's the fucking dad &gt;<br><br>Chris recalled the little runt a tag long who stuck close to the biggest bully in High School, all mouth when Sam was near by he shit himself when ever Sam wasn't.&nbsp; "Don't tell me your dad making them get married"<br><br>Tom laughed at that &lt;Nah no way mate , I mean he was going to make him marry her but when he met Rio , shit man it took him two days to stop laughing , told Stace you marry that little shit and I will disown you, so how long you going to be in California for man?&gt; Tom said changing the subject.<br><br>" Don't know mate , I know normally I'd have given this place&nbsp; a fair crack by now and shot thru but there's something here , something I feel I have to be here for"<br><br>&lt;Shit mate you still a young pakeha male right? I mean your channelling a Kuia and you ain't old , a woman , or Maori&gt;<br><br>The conversation lasted another ten minutes at the end of which Chris sat and considered all he'd been told, Mr Roberts offer had not been new infact it was a standing offer made in the days following Chris's discovery that his job offer was bullshit and part of him did want to head home, living in the states was a risk and while he was never going to be on the FBI's top ten list there was a warrant out of his arrest and American justice was harsh compared to his home he dam sure wouldn't get diversion if caught. Still he stayed because he really did feel like there was something here in this country and more particularly this state ,that was worth staying for.<br><br>His mind drifted and for some reason a song long forgotten came to the fore.<br><br>'We're just a little country, but the whole world knows about us<br>&nbsp;we're only just got started theres so much to be done<br>but if anybody can ,a kiwi can<br>If anybody will ,you know who will <br>so come on, kiwi come on COME ON'<br><br>"Weird" Chris said quietly to himself and yet at the same time felt lifted, kuia or not he knew he was right something lay out there wanting for him almost within his reach. like many a New Zealander when he really wanted something it was with a drive few could match.<br><br>&nbsp;Getting up Chris walked out of the small room and down the corridor to the house master bedroom, inside his latest girlfriend was naked legs wide open and in between her lags the head of a naked woman was busily attending to her pussy, his girlfriend looked at Chris and simply said "Can we fuck now"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 00:13:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Phil's Poker Porker Room <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th 8pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>There was only two people he knew who would actually take a rib out of his hand, his mom and more recently, Blair. Clint was not surprised by it but he did perk an eyebrow when she gave him that little sultry vixen look. The Texan was not immune to her charm, but he was a poker player and could read people, including her. "Maybe after you dinner, you look hungry doll." He smiled as she took his plate. <br><br>"I take it you are up for a game tonight?" He casually asked about the poker game, his glass of coke was nudged her way. A few moments later the waitress arrived and delivered a fresh plate of ribs, fries, coleslaw and ranch dressing with a coke. Either Clint had a feeling someone would show up or he had ordered two dinners and planned to take one to go, either way, things always seemed to fit into place for Clint, it was something about him. <br><br>"How's your car coming along? Gonna be ready for next month?" He asked about Nevarro, his own interest in the event had grown since he was getting closer to his own return to the races as a driver. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 05:55:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Phil's Poker Porker Room<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th, 2006. 8:04 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>"You always say that," Blaire started before leaning her head down to tear off another bite of her rib, holding it with both hands now. She chewed and swallowed before continuing, the meat tasting even better than usual for no other reason that because she'd swiped it from Clint. It felt like a win. "You have a fat chick fetish or something? Don't believe the hype, I'm crazier than any of them in bed...or, you know, wherever. You haven't seen nothing yet." Ironically, the pair had never actually had sex on a bed yet...they'd never made it that far before giving in and doing it on the spot.<br><br>The blonde wasn't really worried about impressing Clint or convincing him that she was a great lay, they both already knew just how sexually compatible they were, she was mostly just trying to diss him about boning whales. Typical back and forth banter for them. It was actually a pretty arousing form of foreplay that they could keep going for hours, and it often resulted in some of the roughest and most intense fucking that either of them had ever had. Had it been anyone else, Blaire would probably have added a little jab about their mother, but not even she had the balls to do that with Clint.<br><br>Her foxy eyes narrowed into an exaggerated expression of dissatisfaction when the waitress swooped by to deposit more food in front of her southern counterpart. Her ribs suddenly lost some of their magic. Cowboy's hotness factor, however, immediately went up several notches. He was a fairly subtle guy, so Blaire sometimes forgot just how cunning he could be or how much it made her want to tear his clothes off whenever he reminded her of it. Now she really did want to go into the bathroom to fuck.<br><br>She took a long sip from her Coke to cool herself down. She didn't want tot seem <em>too</em> desperate; they'd have plenty of time to bang later. Plus, Blaire actually enjoyed poker quite a lot, so she was also looking forward to that.<br><br>"I'm up for all kinds'a games," the blonde replied evenly. She knew that Clint got her meaning, no need to oversell it.<br><br>"And fuck my car!" she exclaimed with markedly more emotion. "What about your goddamn car? You've been fucking teasing for months, I'm starting to wonder if it even exists. Explain yourself." If she sounded slightly pissed, it was only because Clint was one of her few and closest friends, and she knew that he shared the same drive as her, so she wanted to see him behind the wheel or a <em>real</em> car again as soon as possible. That, and she also wanted to own his ass on the track like he owned hers when they fucked, and then to kidnap him into her team.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 19:18:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Phil's Poker Porker Room <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th 8:07pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>Clint smiled at her but did not respond to the bait, it was part of the game they played. Blaire loved to speak her mind, it was something he admired about her, but he also knew that by keeping his own cool it would only benefit him in the end. The native Texan had no issue with the dirty talk, in fact it turned him on significantly but only when they where fucking. "I know you are doll...to bad we never seem to get to a bed right?" He asked casually between bites of his recently arrived plate of food and sips from his coke. <br><br>"We have all night, unless papa Jason gave you a curfew." Clint teased with a smirk before the topic turned to cars an the upcoming race. His new car was in storage, he had been taking it out as much as he could and despite the engine tuned to perfection there were last minute expenses he needed to cover before revealing it. Blaire was one of his closest&nbsp; friends and despite feeling guilty about withholding information, he had to. Word spread quick, even if Blaire didn't talk, just talk that an R-34 on the scene would spread like a ripple in a body of water. "I'm having shipping issues I need to work out, import taxes and all, need to make up a couple grand between that and the side jobs back at the shop, I should be able to get it here before the next event." He fibbed. "Besides, I want to make sure you win at least one before I get back into the game." Clint gloated when in truth he was a low tier driver back when he had his 240sx. At that time he was new to the scene, barely knew how to drive (as a racer) and was no better then the amateurs with modded exhaust tips and body kits on their parent's hondas and trying to pass of as "racers". <br><br>With dinner wrapping up, he asked the waitress for a "to go" box after he dropped enough money on the table to cover the dinner and a nice tip. The poker game would be starting soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 00:17:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Phil's Poker Porker Room<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th, 2006. 8:07 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>"Bold words when you don't have wheels," Blaire fired back before devouring her final rib and cleaning her fingers off with a napkin. Clint's invitation involving the two of them and a bed hadn't escaped her, so she was going to keep him nice and primed until then. She'd been hoping for Cowboy to either finally reveal his big secret and tell her just what his mysterious project car was, or for him to slip up and give her a hint by accident, but no such luck. Curiosity itched at her skin every time that the topic came up, but the blonde had already tried making him tell before and <em>nothing</em> worked, so she knew not to bother.<br><br>"Whatever." A small sigh escaped Blaire's lips as she placed her rectangular clutch made out of imitated red snake leather into her lap and opening it with a <em>click</em>. Between that, her black halter-style minidress with the risky décolleté and her strappy platform stillettos (http://i.imgur.com/zjAeAcP.jpg), she was looking quite a bit more mature and sophisticated than usual while still retaining a pinch of her characteristic trashiness. After rummaging around briefly, she produced a small mirror and a stick of cherry-red lipstick which matched the shade of her finger and toenail polish. Pursing her lips slightly, Blaire freshened up the makeup on her lips before finally pressing them together briefly when she was satisfied and staring at Clint as she lowered the mirror. <br><br>"How do I look?" Half of her was fishing for a compliment, but the other half was genuinely self-conscious whenever she tried to pull off a look that was a little outside of her usual repertoire. While not as good of a player as Clint, mainly because she lacked his exemplary patience, Blaire was still above average at poker, carried by her sharp instincts...but that didn't mean that she was above using her looks to gain an extra edge if she could. As soon as she got the green light from her gentleman friend, the blonde would be ready to hit the backroom table.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 17:42:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Phil's Poker Porker Room <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th 8pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>Clint made a huge dent in that other plate he was served but had enough to take some home, nothing like an after sex snack. He took a wet nap and made sure to clean off the barbecue, the fresh orange zesty smell from the wet nap lingered on his finger tips. The cowboy had a thing for orange scents, it was one of the fragrances that made up his scent along with a cologne called "Wild Country". He was only a painter/body specialist, but he took a liking to the orange goop used to clean mechanic's hands. The Texan took such a liking to it, he bought it for his apartment and even bathed with it once or twice. "Willing to make a wager on it doll?" He offered with a little cocky grin, when it came to gambling, his tone really brought out the country boy in him. <br><br>He watched as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick to those soft pouty lips, his mind sank into a few dirty thoughts for a moment. When they were ready, he slid off his seat and moved towards her to offer a hand, giving him the chance to check her out in the process. Blaire most likely knew or had assumed his minor foot fetish, his eyes started at her feet and slowly worked its way up. "You look gorgeous, darling." He said with a genuine smile. "And like you are going to be one hell of a distraction." Clint added with a little flirty wink. Taking Blaire was a double edge sword, she could distract others but if he was not careful, she could throw him off HIS game. <br><br>"Shall we?" He asked, offering his arm to escort her to the poker room. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 04:43:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Phil's Poker Porker Room<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th, 2006. 8:07 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>An almost bashful smile crept upon Blaire's newly refreshed lips thanks to Clint's compliment, but the images racing through her mind as she caught his gaze lingering momentarily on her feet before moving up were anything but modest. She'd been more or less neutral about that particular fetish before knowing him for a while, but had started getting into it as soon as she realized that it turned him on. And why not? She was happy to use any part of her body to make herself and her partner feel good; it was like a sexual Swiss Army knife, ready to take on anything. She always thought about Clint while doing her pedicures now, and tonight had been no exception.<br><br>The blonde happily looped an arm around Clint's and twisted her body towards him, one of her breasts pressing against his bicep while she laid her head against his shoulder and placed her other hand on his chest. She looked kind of like a tipsy, lovedrunk gold digger who'd attached herself to a high roller at the casino, which was right along the lines of what she'd been aiming for. From that distance, Blaire's nose clearly picked up on the man's rather unique and pleasant scent. She liked that it was a bit mixed up with the random splash of citrus. As for herself, Blaire carried a subtle hint of pink cotton candy, vanilla and caramel, which hopefully would make her smell nice enough to want to eat.<br><br>"Name your price," she replied confidently to Cowboy's challenge to a wager. She wasn't even sure what they were wagering on, to be honest, but she never backed down from a bet. At the same time, she nudged him in the direction of the backroom where the poker table and players could be found with half of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 16:43:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Phil's Poker Porker Room <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th 8pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>"I win, we go camping, let's see how you handle living out in the wild." Clint teased with a smile. Blaire was a city girl, he wondered how she would handle going into one of the state parks for a week of nothing but nature. "You win, you name your price." He added, waiting for her to suggest her own terms. They were betting on a race once his car was ready, he wondered if Blaire would agree. <br><br>She knew how to play her part, he knew people would look her way the moment they stepped into the small poker room for obvious reasons. The poker room had its regulars but that day he didn't see many, at least none of the ones who knew of Blaire and her distracting ways, perfect! These older middle aged nobodies didn't know how dangerous a sexkitten Blaire could be. The "couple" stopped at the front, Clint covered his entry fee and waited for Blaire to enter on her behalf. <br><br>Three of the four tables we filled, thirty people in total. The pot would be hefty for the top three. "Good luck sweetie." He showed Blaire to her first table before he pressed a convincing kiss on her lips. "Be good." Clint "warned" as he walked away to sit facing away from the blonde. Guys loved feeling special, if Blaire was flirting with them then it gave them something over the "handsome cowboy". Clint was setting up Blaire to rule out her table, most likely they would go face to face at the final table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 05:47:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Phil's Poker Porker Room<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th, 2006. 10 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>"Mosquitoes and no showering? Sweet," Blaire replied with a healthy dose of sarcasm. She'd probably suck at camping and give Clint several good laughs...although they would be alone in some remote area, so it still wouldn't be all bad. Not that it mattered, though, because she didn't believe she'd lose, especially not with him being out of practice due to his lack of wheels. "And <em>when</em> I win, we're gonna hit the tattoo parlor and pick you out something pretty. I'm thinking unicorns..."<br><br>After ironing out the details of their bet and paying their buy-ins, the pair headed over to Blaire's assigned table and continued the little roleplay that they'd started earlier. She was perfectly aware that they were just messing around, and she also understood exactly why Clint chose to do what he did, and why there in particular. So why was Blaire left feeling so shocked and uncomfortable as her 'accomplice' walked away? It was that stupid kiss, it wasn't like usual. That was why they weren't supposed to kiss outside of sex - it was an unspoken rule!<br><br>Now Blaire had a dangerous instinct bubbling back up to the surface of her mind - one which she'd been repressing for a very good reason. What they had now wasn't ideal, but it was still pretty damn good, and she knew that she'd make any attempt at a real relationship crash and burn just like she always did. That was rational...but sometimes it seemed like that stupid cowboy was intentionally trying to frazzle her brain, which was usually her trick.<br><br>How annoying.<br><br>*****<br><br>Luckily, though, the poker tournament provided an excellent distraction from all of that unwanted awkwardness, and the blonde hadn't lost her edge. Just under two hours had passed when she showed up at the final table where Cowboy and eight others were waiting. She must have made for an interesting sight, carrying her Sky Blue martini (her second one, both of which had been payed for by one of her generous opponents) all delicately like a real lady, but with the tattoos on her bare arms fully exposed, especially the pretty big and colorful sleeve on her right arm.<br><br>Walking with her was some random guy holding an overflowing tray of her chips; early thirties, pretty decent looking, semi-expensive suit and watch. Nothing that Clint would feel threatened by, though he would have been good for a one-nighter if Blaire didn't have any better prospects lined up (except she did, obviously). Anyways, she'd just been stringing the guy along for the fun of it after having relieved him of his chips in the tournament, plus she figured that it would be kind of cool and intimidating to arrive with her personal little manservant carrying her spoils of war. He left shortly after depositing the goods onto the table, satisfied that he'd gotten Blaire's phone number, which he had, only he didn't know that she had no intention of taking his calls.<br><br>"Oh wow, what a big stack you've got there, mister!" Blaire complimented the player on her right as she sat down, tweaking the pitch of her voice and cadence of her speech to pass herself off as a bit of a bimbo who'd just ridden a wave of luck into the finals. Of course, she also said it while glancing mischievously at Clint before lowering her eyes back down to the green felt and smiling. She took another sip from her bright blue cocktail while waiting for everyone to get settled and the game to resume. The Curaçao liqueur gave it a noticeable orangy taste which would have to tide her over until later.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 08:45:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Phil's Poker Porker Room <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th 8pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>As they sat at their separate tables, Clint drank a few beers and played the part of the out of place cowboy who didn't know how to play. He was good at reading people and only raised the bet when he knew he had something better. Off course people thought he was bluffing, little did they know the "act" was all him not just some Californian kid pretending to be a Texan. His concentration suffered as he saw Blaire flirting at the table, not because she was giving attention to someone else. Clint wanted to call it a night and give her a taste what they would be doing if they did go camping. Her sweet scent faded but remained the anchor in the in the room filled with the other scents of smoke, booze and the smokey odor of cigarettes. His table was easy, the top 3 advanced and he was happy to see Blaire in the top ten. <br><br>Now they had to get into the top three and they would walk away with some a nice chunk of change. Clint was not planning on taking it easy on her but he went cutthroat on all the other players from the start. He shot Blaire a wink as his sign he was going to bluff with an all in, warning her to stay out. Two of the guys quit after having the bet raised on them and losing most of their chips, two games later it was down to eight.... <br><br>(Unless Photo intervenes, I figure we get 1st and Second, even taking out third place on a final bet for them to split the pot 50/50, 3grand each&nbsp; XD)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 23:47:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Phil's Poker Porker Room<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th, 2006. 10 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>The ditsy blonde routine only worked for a little while, but it was enough to rack in a couple of decent pots and take a sizable advantage over most of the competition. As for Cowboy, Blaire didn't avoid him entirely, but she did afford him far more respect than anyone else since she knew how skilled he was. She'd still challenge him for pots sometimes, but only when she had a very strong hand, which he likely noticed because he never really bit for substantial amounts. <br><br>Mostly, however, they stayed out of each other's way and knocked players off one by one before finally ending up as the last two standing, as they often did whenever they decided to tag-team Phil's poker tournament. As exciting as gambling was to begin with, it always seemed to be doubly so whenever Blaire and Clint did it together, because it was much more fun having an accomplice along to share in the glory or, sometimes, even defeat.<br><br>Tonight was a win, however, and three Gs were nothing to scoff at. That was the new exhaust manifold that she wanted and then some, considering that Jason could get her parts practically at cost through his business connections. <br><br>"So, where you takin' me to celebrate?" Blaire asked after they'd cashed in their chips and collected their winnings, flipping through the stack of hundred dollar bills that she'd received with satisfaction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 01:53:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Phil's Poker Porker Room <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th 2006 10pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>Clint wasn't sure how he felt when Blair didn't challenge him on pots. He was proud she was becoming a better player, but upset he couldn't rile her up into a frenzy, angry sex with Blaire was fun.&nbsp; Off course he still tried to "warm" her up and attempt to throw her off her game by shooting her sly winks every once in a while. He knew where the night would end and he was looking forward to it. Clearing the table and splitting the pot was the best possible scenario. With his winnings tucked in his back pocket, he escorted Blaire out of the room and out into the chilly night. <br>"I don't know yet, want to drop your car off at Jason's and see where the night takes us?" <br>He asked as he walked with an arm around her shoulders towards her truck. Clint opened the door and reached in to grab his hoody he wore in the mornings and helped Blaire into it. She didn't have to shiver, nor ask for it, he knew it was cold outside and he took that into consideration. The soft cotton sweater would keep her warm and it smelled of the orange soap and cologne he used. <br><br>Once she was zipped up he pushed Blaire's back into the cab of his truck before he leaned in to claim a kiss. Clint knew how to take what he wanted and at that moment he wanted to feel her lips. "Mmmm" He moaned softly into her mouth as he savored the taste, his tongue was slowly introduced while a hand slid around to get a firm grip on her ass. "We can go dancing...the night is still young." He finally mumbled as the kiss came to an end, the gesture was a promise of things to come. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 06:59:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Phil's Poker Porker Room<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th, 2006. 10 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>"I'm fine," Blaire complained while Clint pulled the sweater down over her head. She huffed through her nostrils with annoyance but raised her arms through the sleeves anyways, thinking about how ridiculous she must have looked, wearing a slightly faded hoody over her fancy dress, not that there was anyone else to see her except for him. Behind her outwards show of dissatisfaction, the blonde felt somewhat different. It was more complicated than her aversion to openly accepting help. The whole situation reminded her of when she was a kid and her dad would force her to dress appropriately when it was chilly outside, which on its own would have been a cute memory, but at the moment it also highlighted the fact that Blaire's relationship with not just her father but her entire family had been all but destroyed, in large part by her own fault.<br><br>Mercifully, Clint didn't allow her mind to linger on those thoughts for too long before treating her to their first truly intimate moment of the night, just the two of them. She always felt a little uncomfortable and short of breath whenever they kissed like that outside of sex, since it made her feel all sorts of things that she wanted but didn't want to feel and made the whole thing feel dangerously close to a real date with a real boyfriend like a real couple. Blaire tried to focus on just being horny and pressing her body against Clint's as she kissed him back, that usually worked pretty well for pushing all of those other unnecessary ideas away.<br><br>*****<br><br>They met back in front of her little 'condo' on Jason's lot a short time later. Blaire had arrived a couple of minutes before Clint, and he found her sitting on the step in front of her place with his folded up sweater underneath her when he pulled up, finishing up a cigarette. She took the last couple of puffs, put the cigarette out in the ashtray that she kept outside to avoid littering Jason's property and scooped up the hoody to give back to Clint. <br><br>"I wanna try one of those mechanical bulls," the blonde announced after climbing into the passenger seat of his truck. The idea had ranomly come to her on the drive home, it was something she'd never tried before but seemed like fun, and it was something that Cowboy would probably find pretty entertaining to watch her attempt whether she ended up being a natural or failing horribly. Most likely it would be the latter, but that was fine; Blaire didn't mind making a bit of a fool of herself as long as it was fun, heaven knew she'd certainly done it enough times after she'd had a few drinks in her. "Meanest one you can think of."<br><br><br>((You forgot to change your time stamp, not that it's a big deal, just letting you know. ^^ ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 07:48:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> In front of Jason's en route to The Rusty Spur Saloon<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - April 15th 2006 10:10pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>"Well the best place for that is the Rusty Spur, its a ways out but it is a lot of fun, I don't think I've taken you that way before. You been?" Jason asked as he slid into the cab and turned the truck on. A song immediately played out of the CD player (http://grooveshark.com/s/When+She+Begins/4zLPfG?src=5), Clint reached forward and turned it down. "I think you will like it." He added as he put his truck into gear and turned onto the streets. The Rusty Spur was on the outskirts of the city in the opposite direction of Phils a little over an hour away. Clint did not go to it very often because of the distance but it was a good bar. <br><br>It was the type of place that had peanut shells on the floor, live music all the time and beer from back home. It was like a sanctuary, a place for Clint to go when he was feeling home sick or wanted to watch the Cowboys game without being given shit for not being a 49's fan. "I think you would look kinda hot with a pair of boots on, not the ones you have...real cow girl boots." Clint said as they drove, keeping the conversation playful and easy going like any other time they were together. <br><br><em>(We can fast forward through the drive as much as you'd like)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 08:11:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><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. 10:10 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>"Rusty Spur, huh? Sounds like somewhere you'd go if you wanted to get tetanus," Blaire joked. "But I'm down if you say it's cool." She squirmed her butt around a bit in the seat to get more comfortable while Clint broached the cowboy boots topic, not bothering to put on her seatbelt. She actually had a nice pair of cowboy boots that she'd bought recently and planned on showing off to Clint at some point in the near future, but she hadn't wanted to keep him waiting while she changed into them and an outfit that matched, since she clearly wasn't going to pair them up with the little black dress that she was wearing. His comment kind of had her regretting the decision now, but there was always next time. Or...<br><br>"Well, as a matter of fact, I do happen to have some. If we make it back after the bar, maybe I can model them for you," she punctuated the offer with an enticing smile. "Tell you what, if you can ride the bull longer than me, I'll let you pick out the rest of my outfit to go along with them..." Somehow, Blaire had a feeling that the rest of her outfit wouldn't amount to much if it came down to that, as it likely would since she'd never ridden anything other than a car, bike or a guy before, and Cowboy was probably a tenth level black-belt in rodeo (or something). But she still couldn't resist issuing the challenge. It seemed like they were almost always competing at something in some form or another, but to them it was like foreplay, and hours of foreplay usually led to some rather spectacular sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 19:51:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</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 10:20pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>"It's home away from home, they even have Shiner Bock and St. Arnold on tap!" He shared, that fading Texan drawl surfaced when he talked about the beers and the bar that reminded him of home. There was a smile on his face, no offense was taken when she joked about getting tetanus. "You really have a knack for making checks your tight little ass can't catch, don'cha doll?" Clint teased as the got onto the open road. The truck was sifted into top gear and his booted foot bottomed out the gas. The truck was not meant nor designed for racing but it was hauling ass down towards the bar. <br><br>"So you do have a pair of boots? I haven't been in your closet...give me some details on what I might find in there." Clint asked as he slid his hand over and placed it on her knee. The rough calloused hands did not linger in one place for long. As the taillights became headlights, his hand moved up the inside of her thigh, his eyes on the road but that hand knew what it was doing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 06:02:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><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. 10:20 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>"Oooh, wowwww, Shiner Bock!" Blaire exclaimed exaggeratedly while rolling her eyes and tilting her head back against the headrest. She'd never heard of Shiner Bock before and therefor had no idea why it was such a great thing that the Rusty Spur served it. Some kind of beer that Clint was a fan of from back home, she guessed only because he'd mentioned that it was on tap, otherwise it could have been liquor or something else for all she'd have known. Blaire liked pretty much every sort of beer that she'd ever tried more or less equally, and even then she was more of a liquor type of gal, so she didn't really care much.<br><br>She felt his hand, at first on her knee and then slowly sneaking up along her thigh. "Anyways..." Blaire started, flashing a coy half-smile as she pressed her legs more tightly together and scooted away just a tiny bit, not even a full inch, but the intent was only to set him off, not to escape. "I've gotta start giving you some wins in advance. Wouldn't want you to feel <em>too</em> emasculated after I spank your fine cowboy ass in that race, y'know?" Well, if moving away hadn't done the trick, that certainly would.<br><br>Blaire let the question about her closet go unanswered (why ruin the surprise?). Instead, she placed one of her own hands atop of Clint's, half caressing it and half impeding its advance, another teasing roadblock that he'd need to work through. Blaire was enjoying this game already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 08:48:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</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 10:25pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>"Keep it up, I dare ya." Clint playfully warned when Blaire exaggerated. "See what comes your way later." He threatened, perhaps reminding her of a time she kept playing so much that Clint gave her a ass a firm spanking. It might have been the reason she did it, He didn't question it. The country boy loved see her little tight butt turn pink then red. He spanked her when she was over his lap, when she was ridding him from the front, from the back, it didn't matter, her ass was his! <br><br>If she really would have wanted him to stop, she would have said so. Blaire was playing with him and Clint was more than happy to oblige. His rough calloused hand held steady, slipping higher up her legs even when she tried to close them. They would open nice and wide later for him tonight, but damn if the build up didn't make it any better! "You give me wins? Alright, I see how it is...let's just see how it ends up...but I have a feeling it will be you moaning my name..." Clint teased her back, as his hand advanced despite her hand resting on his. <br><br>He wondered how high he could get, a few inches? Perhaps he would be able to rub against the crotch of her panties, if she was wearing any or maybe finger her but not let her cum before getting to the bar, leave her nice and flustered. Clint's hand moved up inch by inch, testing how much Blaire would permit before pushing that limit, as always. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 10:49:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><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. 10:25 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>A slight shiver of anticipation coursed through Blaire's warm thighs and up the rest of her body while Clint retaliated with a bit of trash talk of his own, his hand stubbornly and insistently pressing onwards. Then again, she obviously hadn't <em>really</em> been trying to push him away, it was just another part of the escalating game that they liked to play. The blonde didn't need to be a fortune teller to know that her fuckfriend's prediction would be coming true later, which was of course more than acceptable as far as she was concerned, but she also knew that he wasn't being fully serious right now.<br><br>She was almost certain that Clint was going to blueball her if she allowed him to get that far...but at the same time, it was so hard to resist. If there was anything that Blaire was truly horrible at, it most assuredly had to be controlling her impulses. That trait of hers had been at the root of just about every major mistake she'd ever made, including the truly life-altering ones, but it had also allowed her to experience some incredible things that she might have let pass her by otherwise, so it was a fickle thing to deal with to say the least.<br><br>In this situation, the stakes weren't especially high, however, but that only made Blaire more inclined to give in to the immediate gratification that her body was demanding. The truck's cabin suddenly felt very hot, or maybe it was just her, she couldn't tell if the feeling was coming from inside or out. Everything was turning her on; Clint's controlled cockiness, his drawl and the timber of his voice, the ever so slight grating sensation of his imperfect palm and fingers against her smooth thighs. It was crazy what an overpowering effect he always had on her. Bordering on ridiculous, even.<br><br>Blaire pulled her hand away from Clint's and reached over to crank the air conditioning way up right as his fingers first grazed against her red cotton g-string, easily stimulating her through the barely-there material. Whether from his touch or from the sudden rush of cold air licking at her flesh, the blonde shivered once again as she drew in a breath, this time much more noticeably than the first. There was a high likelihood that Clint would notice a small damp spot on her panties.<br><br>Pulling her hand back from the dash, Blaire pressed it against the seat to steady herself while her right hand grabbed Clint by the wrist firmly, but she lacked the willpower to push him away. "Stop it, not now. Don't be a dick..." she whined, but even while she was doing that, her left arm was straightening, her upper body was arching and leaning back against her seat and her hips had slid forwards slightly. "Seriously!" She'd tried to sound serious but had no idea how convincingly it had come out. Probably not very. Hoping that perhaps actions might indeed speak louder than words in this case, Blaire tugged halfheartedly at Clint's wrist, but she knew that he wouldn't stop unless she made it very clear that she <em>really</em> wanted him to. <br><br>And maybe she didn't, maybe she knew that she deserved this as payback for the numerous times that she'd teased Clint in the same way, not to mention all of those times that she'd intentionally gotten him rock hard in public, sometimes causing him to have to wait for hours. Or maybe Blaire was just too weak-willed to turn down a good fingering, even when she knew that there wouldn't be any happy ending and that she'd end up getting frustrated.<br><br><em>How far is that fucking bar again?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 11:23:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</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 10:30pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>Clint was driving fast and the travel time had been cut to a little under an hour, but they still had more than enough time of open highway for him to work Blaire up! He felt her hands on his, trying to impede his advances but she was not putting up that great of a struggle. Clint took his time, his rough finger pads caressing the inside of her smooth thighs. If he wasn't careful he would end up turned on with a nice bulge to sport. Zipper chafe was the worst thing ever! <br><br>"Are you sure you want me to stop?" He asked as his finger tips brushed against the thin crotch of her g-string. When he discovered the wet little patch he pressed his fingers pads into it, wiggling a single tip between the outer folds of her pussy before he began to rub the area in slow firm circles. "No...that will come later..." Clint promised, twisting her words when she told him not to be a dick. Once he was sure the little wet spot had grown, he slipped his finger tips up the crotch of her g-string before slipping then under the flimsy layer. He knew her pussy well, his fingers immediately began to rub the folds at the peak of her slit, coaxing and urging her clit out. <br><br>He stole glances her way, trying to keep most his attention on the road. It was hard to focus when he was loving every protest and wine she made. Blaire deserved to be teased, to know what it felt like to be left sexually frustrated and worked up. Did it make for amazing sex later? Yes, but those long hours seemed to move slower then the last ten minutes in church when he was a kid. "Fuck you are so wet...should we just pull over?" Clint asked but had no true intention of doing do, it was all part of his plan to torment her. Later that night they could fuck each other into a coma! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 00:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><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. 10:30 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>Just as Blaire opened her mouth to throw back some sort of reply, Clint had preemptively shut her up by teasing the opening to her pussy through her underwear and making her gasp instead, capitalizing on the fact that he knew how much it excited her to be fingered through or under her panties rather than losing them completely. In fact, she had a minor fetish for keeping at least some clothing or accessories on in general while having sex or fooling around, even if it was just something as simple as a belt or a choker.<br><br>Despite herself, Blaire couldn't help but feel impressed and aroused by Cowboy's antics and confidence. Not many guys would be secure enough with themselves to crack stupid jokes while dancing their fingers over her slit, not to mention drive a two and a half ton truck at the same time! It was no small feat of multitasking either.<br><br><em>Fuck, he's earned it,</em> the blonde admitted to herself only slightly begrudgingly, accepting to let him go through with whatever it was that he had planned. All things considered, it wasn't that hard to accept since the chemicals in her brain and the hormones rampaging through her body were pretty much unanimously screaming at her to let Clint have his way.<br><br>"No...<em>unnghhh</em>...I still wanna ride that bull," she replied to his question about pulling over, right before letting go of his wrist and hiking her dress up above her waist so that her bare bottom was pressed against the leather seat. Hell, if they were going to do this, they may as well do it right. Throwing all modesty out the window (as if she'd had any to begin with), Blaire lifted her right leg up and pushed the sole and heel of her shoe up against the dashboard above the glove box, giving Clint all of the space that he could have wished for and more.<br><br>"<em>Mmmm...ahhh</em>...careful not to get too carried away now..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 03:07:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</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 10:35pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>"Do you think you can ride in your state?" Clint teased, not specify if he was talking about the maniacal bull or himself at that point. He felt the exact moment when reluctance blended into submission, albeit with hesitation. There was a thrill to chipping away at the sexy little minx's personality, the result, to make her purr for him like a kitten. Clint's finger tips pulled back on the hood covering her clit before he began to fondle the nub in slow circling motions. "Careful? About what? Making you cum to hard you can't think straight?" He teased, his fingers slipping out of her panties as she spread her legs and propped one on his dash. <br><br>His rough palms caressed her inner thighs, neglecting her poor little pussy after she has so willingly opened it up to him. Clint continued to touch and explore her inner thighs, his eyes remained on the road. "Did you bring an extra pair of panties? Or you going to go into the bar without any on?" He asked before he slipped his hand over her crotch, noticing the wet spot was growing. Clint palmed the mound and began to caress the entire area over the crotch of her panties. His fingers traced the outer swollen folds of her pussy or brush against her clit, but it was never enough, at least he didn't think it was enough to get her where she wanted to be. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 23:44:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><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. 10:35 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>Blaire growled softly with a mix of frustration and amusement as Clint continued to work her pussy and keep her in a pleasurable limbo that was nevertheless gradually becoming less and less bearable. Her little mind game to taunt him into taking her over the edge just to prove that he could hadn't exactly worked, but in a way she would have felt disappointed if it had. That would have been far too easy and boring. <br><br>Clint only needed to lightly tickle her clit whenever he wanted to make her squirm or cry out, each touch reverberating through the length of her piercing and then back again for quite literally double the pleasure, and he was getting dangerously good at abusing that power to the fullest. <br><br>"Who do you know that...<em>nnnngghhhh</em>...carries extra underwear around on them, idiot?!" Blaire's voice got higher as she spoke thanks to Clint purposely ramping up his strokes to make it harder for her. By the end of her sentence she couldn't take anymore, slapping her hand hard against his shoulder and digging her shiny red nails into it through his shirt, silently demanding that he give her more. <br><br>Meanwhile, as he was hopefully distracted, Blaire subtly tried to slide her right hand down to her throbbing little nub to give herself what she wanted if he wasn't going to. When they'd started, Blaire had thought that holding out wouldn't be so hard, but then again it wouldn't be the first time that she'd overestimated her self-control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 06:42:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</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 10:55pm (arriving in the parking lot) <br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blair<br><hr><hr><br>"I think you left a pair in the glove box." Clint laughed, hardly flinching when she dug her nails into his shoulder. Instead of hissing he casually slapped her hand away from her pussy, looking at her sternly on one of the straightaways. "Now how told you to touch yourself? You know I am not going to let you cum." He admitted, the last few minutes had really dragged out but like hell was he going to let her get off. A little was pay back, a little was to be a bastard and the rest was to make her into a horny little minx later that night. Blaire always looked sexy also, she just had this "come and fuck me now" look he really liked seeing across her face. <br><br>Pulling his fingers out of panties and pulling them back in place, he brought the fingers to his lips and tasted her. Clint liked going down on her, partially because she kept her cute little pussy bald and he loved to trap the hood piercing between his teeth and tug. Reaching back around to pull her onto her side as best he could, he gave her ass a sharp smack. "Naughty girl." He scolded with a wicked little smile as he began to slow down. The bar was off the highway, a place where locals, truckers and bikers frequented. "We are here." <br><br><div align="center">(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/2964052965_c1989774e2.jpg) (http://i.ytimg.com/vi/7qcQ1ok6aAU/0.jpg)</div><br>Clint looked over at his date and took in the sight of her disheveled state after he parked in the dirt lot. The country music could be heard from outside and there was an assorted of trucks and bikes parked out front. "You might want to stick close to me city girl." He teased as he slipped out and walked around to open the door for her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - Where The Rebels Lay</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 08:38:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><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&nbsp; (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.
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