Need For Speed (Most Wanted)
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				Title: <strong>Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-11-2006, 05:16:17</strong>
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				The taxi pulled up in front of the large Victorian house. It was dark and shrouded by the night. Though it was home, it gave Sabra a sense of foreboding. The last time she had been home, about a year ago, it had been for her father’s funeral. Now that her two years of college in Paris, France was over she was sneaking back home because her brother Adrian was acting funny, not answering her emails… avoiding her phone calls. It should have been him that picked her up at the airport. The short drive home should have been filled with laughter and music… not the whine of out of balance wheels on the highway.<br><br>She paid the driver and got out of the car. Her overnight bag was not difficult to handle. The rest of her belongings would arrive later. Despite the impending confrontation with her brother she was excited to be home. It was a Friday night, her car was in the garage and all of her old friends should be at The Finish Line. She wasn’t even to the door before a big grin crossed her full lips and her pace quickened. <br><br>45 minutes later she had washed the travel off her skin and shaved away the hair growth from the previous day. Her attire was almost nonexistent. She wanted all eyes on her, women with envy… men with lust. She loved the attention. Her top was a short black leather bodice that she had picked up at a ren fair when she was 16. It gave her already sufficient breast size a boost and looked like if she sneezed that she would fall out of it. The black skirt sat on her hips so low that it was apparent she couldn’t possibly be wearing anything beneath. As it was the material barely covered the bottom of her bottom. If she bent over anyone looking would have an unobstructed view. Already she had an itch that was an effort not to scratch. The thought of being back behind the wheel of her ’69 Chevy Chevelle driving down a dark empty highway at a high rate of speed had her very horny. She quickly wrapped and tied her sandals up her slender legs, grabbed her purse and took the stairs at a run.<br><br>Nothing could compare to driving through a desert at night… far away from the lights of the city. Where there was nothing up open rode and the stars above. But tonight the city was going to do just fine. She turned up the radio as she whipped onto the highway. T-Rex’s ‘Bang A Gong Get It On’ blaring out the windows as the wind whipped her hair. It was a song from the 70’s but it was sexy and one of her favorites, as the man compared his girlfriend to a car. <em>Well you’re built like a car, you got a hubcap diamond star halo… you’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl… get it on… bang a gong… get in on…</em> The red head was dancing down the highway trying not to go above 80 miles an hour when she could so easily top 120. <br><br>Aside from being a classic car that not many people owned, her car was easily recognizable because her artwork was all over it. This vehicle had seen better days when she told her dad she wanted it. She hadn’t been old enough for a license, yet he let her run it across the salt flats. Her dad had meant the world to her so she put the universe on the car. Planets, stars, galaxies, nebulas, comets… every space of the car was space. Her vibrant colors and meticulous work had won many awards and gotten her even more work. Yet every cop that would see her speeding wouldn’t need to chase her. Finding her later would be easy enough. <br><br>So it was notoriety that lightened the lead in her foot though it didn’t dampen her spirit as she pulled into the parking lot of The Finish Line. It might has well have been an alien planet for it was so different from the last time she had been there. A light caught her eye and she saw someone directing her to the show platform reserved for the hot car of the night. At least that was normal. Everyone knew it was her parking spot. There was someone there to open the hood right as she turned the ignition off so she popped the latch and exited the car. There was no need to take anything but her purse. No one was going to steal or harm her car… not here.<br><br>The moment she stepped off the platform she was engulfed by a pair of arms and pulled into a very buxom chest. “God girl, if I could get away with wearing that… It’s good to have you home.”&nbsp; Sabra hugged Elizabeth “Lizzy” back as if the woman were a life raft in the middle of the sea. The full figured woman owned the bar and, she suspected, her father’s girlfriend before he had died.<br><br>“Its great to be back… wow this place as grown!” It seemed impossible but the artist’s wide blue eyes got even wider.&nbsp; The bar had been expanded into the rest of the factory that it had once been and the parking lot was divided into two sections: one half for classic cars and the other for the tricked out sports cars that had so much money invested in them the value of the entire lot could probably keep a third world country running for three years. <br><br>“Yeah who knew we’d get popular with the hip crowd. It was a little rough at first but everyone had found their place.” The full figured blond smiled and pointed to another platform. “You’re brother’s here, that’s his new car.”<br><br>Sabra eyes followed the direction she was instructed and would have fallen over if she hadn’t been holding on to her friend. “That’s a McLaren!... bastard.” The last word was whispered under her breath but it was enough to get a concerned glance. So that was what the half a million withdrawl was out of the company account last month and the reason he wasn’t talking to her. For a moment her eyes flashed with anger, she was going to castrate Adrian… Then she breathed. She would castrate him tomorrow. Tonight she was going to party and have fun with her friends… make new friends and have fun with them too.<br><br>And so she kissed Lizzy on the cheek and then glanced down to make sure she was still contained. Both women laughed and the older woman excused herself. The next hour or so was a blur of talking, drinking and dancing. That edge of sexual need gave a seductive sway to her movements and the alcohol didn’t help reign in her lack of inhibitions. <br><br>The Girl: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c23/danu413/Characters/elinstriga01.jpg<br>The house: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c23/danu413/scenery/victorian-italianate.jpg<br>The Car: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c23/danu413/scenery/69_chevelle.jpg<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>22-11-2006, 18:46:25</strong>
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				The bar had been a hot spot of car lovers of all sorts. Legal, Semi Legal, and the downright Illegal kind. The Phone rang in the back of the bar and a man in dark clothes answered. He grinned as he listened to a report of the race already under way. They always tried to get a lap past the bar, the woman who owned it had this place be like a home to them as Kids. And it's success was due to no small part that the Car Crowd knew that once or twice a month they would see cars passing bye the road at insane speeds. And since her establishment was on a strech of straight road that streched over a mile....the cars were literally topped out when they past. He put the phone down and starting walking outside, The regulars knew what that meant and followed, and those that were newer or simply went with the crowd followed. The man sat against his 2005 Pontiac GTO and smiled lighting a cig and watching the lights 2 miles away....the roar of Power could be heard from the cars already...ah looked Like Pyro was kicking ass again...big suprise.<br><br>In that Dark Blue GT the man was smiling, And rocking, and nervous all at the same time. It was a irony that the song blasting over the Radio was Disturbeds "Just Stop" when he was doing over 220. Thank God the traffic was light....he'd nearly lost control going around a fucking Tahoe. Shaking his head of the sweat that was covering his brow the young buck watched as he neared the bar. His favorite part.....Granted the fact that red and blue lit up right next to him at that moment...Not like this was a secret....the cops knew just as well as the regulars. He chuckled. They'd laid spike strips three weeks ago. David had been lucky enough to Swerve his Supercar off into the dirt and simply damage his undercarriage. A 911 Turbo hadn't been nearly as lucky. Losing your tires at 160 wasn't pretty. He'd lost control. Now he was in jail and his car was in the scrap lot. David wasn't sure what was worse. But now for a show. He'd taken his car to 270 with nos. His car topped out about 240ish without any encouagment from fuel additives. A stock GT only went 212. Most of the increase was in acceleration not Top End. He could hit 60 in seconds. The Cop Car behind him wasn't after him and he knew it. Maybe he might get the lagger if fourth. He seemed to be having engine probs and couldn't get past 170. But him? The cop car be lucky to be within miles by the time he got home. <br><br>As the Cars past the crowd cheered. Not for the breaking of the law per say. But seeing a car pass at faster than nascar speeds 15 feet away was...well incredible. The "shockwave" From the car passing at 1/4 the speed of sound was considerible, but nothing that a person would lose balance. Any loose fitting/revealing clothes would be tasked to cover their Mistress however. And David was sure some peepers had been pleased at his artificial wind. The car about 700 feet behind him did basically the same thing. It was a Corvette z6, A stock one. It was doing 190ish. But loosing a lot of ground. The 3rd and 4th placed cars were off by half a mile and knew it. And they were busy with the cops and wouldn't even bother passing the bar. Once the fun was over everyone went inside and the buzz inevitibly went to the Race. Depending on the knowledge of a person the conversation varied. Whether it was the speed, Reckleckness or discussion of the Racers and the black list. The local girl that just got home would hear several things about the list. Including a tad bit about the lead driver. Everyone Called him Pyro, But if she wanted more info than that she'd know who to go to. If their was any person in the town that had a finger to the pulse of cars it was the woman she had hugged on the way in.....<br><br>David was estatic. He'd just made 15'000 dollars. And the race had been a cakewalk. Rich boys who didn't know shit about racing were so fucking easy. Shaking his head he turned tail and head home. The money waited at the bar, That guy was holding it. And he wanted it. Driving into the Old garage his "assistant" shut the door. His assistant was his little sister. He opened his door and popped out. At 6'1 he wasn't your average sized racer, thankfully the GT was spacious in the regard and he only had to strech a little. "So..." His sister asked easily jumping over the railing. At 4'11 she was a lot shorter than his brother, which had always confused him. Of course she was a lot more flexible than him. He was built like a brick and while not out of shape he couldn't bend over. However that wasn't because he was fat either....he had rock hard abs....in the literal since of the word. His sister was a gymnest and was less than half his weight. "I won, You knew that." He laughed. She was also a race controller. She knew before he did he had won. "Yaya, She said giving him a playful swat as she walked to the car. He knew a lot about cars, She knew everything about cars." Go get our Money you twit. I want to But that new Nos system for my Elise." The small Lotus car fit her perfectly...and was a demon with speed. It very nearly was faster off the block than his GT, Although due to its light weight was limited to its top end. "Alright Sis Ill go to the Line" He chuckled as he walked to the other car. A seemingly Stock 05 Mustand GT. Granted it was't nearly as modified as the other two cars. But it could still do over 180. His other&nbsp; mustang was a '67 he'd taken to 210. And it was even more modified than His GT. However that Car was clean. Sparkling Clean. And he didn't want a record on it....<br><br>Pulling out of the Garage he turned down the highway, and 30 minutes after he had passed the Finish Line he was back. He parked the car and looked to the Podium his other mustang graced often, he admired the artwork and wondered who owned it. He was a blue blood ford man. But he knew a good car when he saw it. Chevy or not. With a chuckle he walked into the bar and gave the owner a hug and a kiss before heading into the back to get his payment for the night, he saw a redhead in the bar and at the outfit felt a twitch of his groin. His sharp sapphire eyes and black hair were the stand outs of his face. He was handsome and knew it. Right now he wore loose black jeans, and a very tight black shirt that left no question to the fact his upper body was hard...now his lower body was too....he chuckled as he adjusted his pants and vanished to conclude the business for the evening...work before play....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>24-11-2006, 03:36:06</strong>
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				The “businessman” in the back of the bar did not attract Sabra’s attention. Though she probably had his once or twice, but then Sabra probably had the attention of everyone in the bar once or twice. She made a few guys happy by dancing close with them and even more happy by dancing even closer to some of her female friends. For those she knew, personal space did not exist. All of the drinking and body grinding didn’t let her body cool down at all. So when another drink was shoved in her hand and she was dragged outside with the rest of the crowed she went along. To get a good view she climbed up on the platform with her car and watched the headlights in the distance grow larger much faster than she expected. <br><br>Street Racing!? The princess of the Finish Line was immediately caught up in the excitement just like everyone else. The crowed yelled and cheered as the vibration of the cars reached them. She was bouncing and screaming right along side of them. There wasn’t a thought about the legalities of what was going on or the danger that the spectators where in should one of the cars losing control. It was a fantasy, speed, power, adrenaline... the closest some would get to traveling fast themselves. She caught a flash of blue as it sped past, fortunately that mostly everyone else was also looking at the lead car as the resulting wind had blew up her skirt revealing her shaved sacred area. As she was drunk, it never even registered in her mind.<br><br>“He won again! God he is sooo hot!” Her friend Yasmin squealed and then grabbed Sabra by the face and frenched her hard. Yasmine was definitely pretty with waves of dark chocolate hair, thin frame and voluminous cleavage. Though Sabra wasn’t into women, her level of intoxication and excitement from the race let her lose some of her inhibitions. Their tongues must have entwined for a good five minutes as their bodies pressed together and their hands roamed over each other.<br><br>Back inside conversations went about as fast as the racing. She had drag raced on some of the back roads before, but it had been straight shots in short distances. Nothing even in the same league as this. Despite the engine being the 454 in LS6 V8 and bored out to give it a little more speed she doubted she could even reach half of what she saw minutes ago. Now all the yuppie cars made sense. Though her mind was slowed it still made the connection that her brother had purchased one of those yuppie cars, one that was more of a status symbol than functional. Her eyes scanned the crowd to find him in the corner talking furiously with some men. The man in the dark cloths was near, though she had no reason to focus on them. She could feel her own temper raise a pitch. She needed to drive... needed the hum of the road too cool her down... but she was drunk damn it and that only served to increase her rage. <br><br>It was more of consequence than intent that kept the tattooed artist there. Her girlfriends were speaking giddily about the winner Pyro and they guys where talking over her head about his car. So at least she knew now that the dark blue blur had been a GT... ford she thought. Hell she had a hard time keeping all that info straight when she was sober. She made another attempt to leave when she ran into Lizzy again. It was difficult to mask her mood from the woman who was emotionally her mother, but she kept a smile on her face and her mood light. She discovered that Pyro’s name was David and that he was a looker. She confirmed that she was single though her ex had tried to jumpstart their old relationship a couple of times tonight. As for the racing that was a conversation that the other woman promised for another day. It was just too busy.<br><br>And so Sabra was alone again... for the moment anyway. The bar unsurprisingly was decorated with cars and car parts. Booth seats were seats from back cars, panels from wrecked race cars where coming out of the walls... hoods had been flattened out with clear epoxy for tables. Her artwork was everywhere... on the tables, the car parts... even the walls. In fact it was plain to see where she was working when she left for Paris because the work was not finished. Now the place was bigger and it was obvious that her brother had not contributed to the expansion. Since she was not paying attention to the man in the dark cloths, she didn’t see him slip into one of the back rooms normally off limits to customers.<br><br>A third attempt had been made to leave when he walked in. It had to be Pyro... David. From the way he looked, moved... smiled. He was a man who won the world and he looked as eatable as Lizzie had described. So it was no surprise to watch the older woman happily congratulate the young man that she would by now consider one of her kids. Those bright blue eyes had her attention and she had to force herself to move so that he wouldn’t notice her staring. His looks alone would have been enough to spark her interest, but it was the additional knowledge that he could drive like the wind that rekindled that itch that her anger had quelled. After downing her 4th drink of the night she returned to the dance floor hoping the hard buzz and music would drown everything else out but her movement.<br><br>As for his wondering who the owner of the airbrushed Chevy was... or the red haired girl who was barely dressed the answer was there before he went into the private room to collect his winnings. Beside the door was a picture of Sabra and her car. She was wearing a short tight tank top that had the Reigns Racing logo on it and a very short pair of black and white checkered shorts. The pose was definitely sexy and looked like what one would find in a car magazine.
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-11-2006, 04:06:02</strong>
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				"Damnit Pyro a Rock you kicked up chipped my paint." The laughter was general as they sat down around the table a T.V. playing the race that had just been concluded. These men held the Seed money, and also made money off the net. They didn't bother the racer much. As long as he kept racing they'd be happy. He grabbed his money, did what he had too and left. He left the back room found Lizzie quick enough and handed her some money, at first she'd flat out refused the money. But after time he was persistent and she'd caved in. She'd taken care of him and his sis. He returned the favor now. It was him who had gotten the races to go past here. And that was thanks to the black list. He smiled, he was number 4 now. And he probably could get to the third spot with practice. The top three ran the same route each time. Knew it better than their cars. And they knew how to tune their cars to work the corners. Besides, number 4 wasn't bad. <br><br>Back in the party the roar was mighty as the crowd realized he was here. Yasmin quite happily came over and gave him a big hug, whispering what was likely a promise of a good night in his ear. He'd taken her up on it before. But another girl had caught his attention. And he politely refused her offer. He noted her odd red hair and the way the clothes hugged her body. His mark for the night. In this realm of life there was a almost golden rule. The winner got what he wanted. Here it didn't matter size, how long you hung or if you had a hot bod. If you won races you were king. And at least for the evening he was king. Grabbing a beer he downed it in a few minutes and welcomed its buzz. Time to play.<br><br>Going out on the dance floor he joined the young bucks and brazenly moved against the girl. at one point he took her by the hips and started to grind, he could feel her through his pants...and she could quite obviously feel him. "Names Pyro..." He whispered low. His hand moving lower onto her skin making the first move. He could tell she was bothered and partially drunl...he doubted he'd have to work hard....he wondered what she was like sober.
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>24-11-2006, 18:08:11</strong>
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				It did not take long before she was lost in her own little world. A world that consisted of nothing but movement and music. It was easy for her to slip into these states when she was stressed as she often lost herself in her art. Dancing was just another art she practiced. Her body moved in sensual waves and circles; her arms were graceful as she tranced. There was no one else in her world until her body came in contact with something warm and hard. <br><br>Sabra was not surprised that he had come to claim her. She doubted that he would be surprised if he knew that he was the only man tonight that could do so. Had he been any other stranger, he would have found his groin full of knee when he moved to dance close with her. The dance alone was a prize. Would he realize that? She moved seductively against him, letting her body lightly brush against his. Her groin to his thigh here, her breast against his chest there. Her hands roamed where they willed, staying in publically polite area but occasionally digging in to give him a light sting. They were simply sexy together, they way they moved together raising the temperature off the other people in the room, not just their own. There were women who wished they were her, and men who wanted to be him, for all his winnings... not just the race.<br><br>He could hear her gasp and moan as he pulled her hips forward to press his arousal, she added her own pressure as her body felt like he had doused her with gasoline and set her own fire. For an instant, if he would have took her where she stood... she wouldn’t have protested. She would have had sex with him in front of everyone. But thankfully some shred of sanity hung on for all it was worth, though weakly as he whispered his name. Sabra tilted her head up and smiled in a knowing manner. He could see that what looked far away as a beauty mark was a piercing above the left side of her lip and that the lower right side of her lip was pierced as well. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she stood on her tip toes, dragging her body against his groin. “Sabra I’m-not-as-easy-as-I-look Reigns” she whispered against his cheek, her full painted lips moving softly against his face. She had standards and they were high, though admittedly he didn’t have difficult hurdles to jump before she would be completing the best night of his life.
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 17:02:26</strong>
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				He danced with her, putting nitrous on the gasoline to do nothing for her fires. He was dancing heavy on the hips and light on thechest. Making sure her attentions weren't high. He grinned at her as she came close and let her nails dig a little. She had some spirit in her this one....he liked that. As he pulled her close he listened to her wanton moan, and felt his member twitch with a heady desire. He shook his head and knew they wouldn't make it home, either of theirs...but that was okay.....this place had been a home to him for years...and he knew just like most of the teens where to take a girl here. After a few more moments of dancing, and a chuckle as she told him his name he gave her a knowing look and backed out of the knot of dancers. He headed for the No admittance area and opened the door. She'd know. This place had one spot where it was "cool" to have sex without people knowing...in particular in this world. <br><br>IF she followed she'd find him in the garage, sitting on the hood of a 67 Chevy Corvette. This was one of the few chevy's he liked...something about the flared&nbsp; fenders....he himself was now wearing only his black jeans his hard chest out and proudly displayed. He was hard. Very hard. See could see every defining line in his chest, and it rippled as he moved. He patted the car he leaned against with a grin, before giving her a come hither motion.....but before she could even move..."Lock the door...." he grinned even wider....
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>30-11-2006, 02:27:25</strong>
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				Being in his arms, she had no choice but to leave the dance floor. Not that she would think to do else wise… being half drunk and horny as hell for the past few hours. The man now had her so far past horny she would need to be hosed down by a fire truck to be cooled off. <br><br>Sabra paused for a moment as David walked off so that she could look back at her brother. Not once tonight had he come to great her and he had avoided her not once but twice. Now he was glaring at her and she wondered if he had a problem with her ‘dance’ partner. To hell with him, she would deal with him tomorrow. So she turned to follow ‘Pyro’ her heat adding a little extra to her walk. Everyone in the bar knew what they were going to do. She simply didn’t care. <br><br>A dark eyebrow raised in surprise as he walked into the employee area unhindered by the bouncers. Then again he just won the race. It might get him some privileges that other’s didn’t have. That he was another one of Lizzy’s adopted kids would never cross her buzz fogged mind. <br><br>It didn’t take much thinking to know that he was headed to the garage. It’s where every guy tried to get her to go before she went to college. But to find him there in nothing but his jeans left her stunned for a moment. Forget being difficult, damn he was beautiful. It was all she could do to remember to shut the door. Her eyes never leaving his body and her breast rose and fell alluringly, evidence of her arousal. She locked the door as he requested. This man had said only 5 words to her and they were going to give this a room a show like it had never seen, of that she had no doubt. <br><br>Once thing that she would not let go of however, was her self respect. She wasn’t going to run to him like the horny woman she was. Let him look, let him want. With each step her tiny skirt moved around her, to remind him of exactly how far he wouldn’t have to go to get to the prize underneath. Just arms reach she turned around and bent over at the waist, giving full view that there was nothing else touching her bare sex but air. “Oh wow a penny.” She said with innocence and picked the coin off the garage floor.” She stayed bent as she looked at it. “its on Heads… looks like its lucky…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 00:34:27</strong>
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				He grinned unabashed as she came into the Garage his eyes following her with intensity that was fueled with lust unbridled. He could feel his member pulse with every beat of his heart. Could feel his skin tingle. He was Hot and horny from the night. And he wanted his prize for the night. This girl certainly qualified. He rolled his neck and shoulders and strecthed out, getting comfy and ready for the physical activities he was assured would follow....<br><br>When she bent over to grab a "penny" his breath got caught in his throat. Her ass, and her hairless sex, were bare for his viewing pleasure. Which he took with interest. They were perfect. He grinned and placed his hands on her inner thighs pulling her against his hard groin and rubbing against her through the Jeans, reminding her of the material she had to get through for the night's festivities to get going. "I'd say that it is a lucky coin..." He grinned and took her by a wrist. He wasn't a sub, not by a long shot. <br><br>Walking across the room with her in tow, and she'd feel those muscles weren't just for show..., he pulled her to a wall. He pushed her against it pulling her hand above her head and pushing his body against hers blocking any escape. With his hard chest in front of her and the wall behind her she was stuck between a rock and a very hard place. His eyes sparkled as he took her mouth roughly letting his tonuge slip through her lips to explore. She could taste the bud he'd had a few minutes ago...and also few his hand rub against her cilt....he wasn't the least bit shy...<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 19:57:14</strong>
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				"God." Sabra moaned as the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against her sensitive area. Forget foreplay she needed this man to fuck her now. The red head couldn't think of any other time in her life when she was so froggy to jump. She left an impression against his jeans... that of course would dry. When he took her by the wrist she took note of his strength. It added a little to her fire, but she would have followed him anyway. Alex wasn’t going to get out of this room until they had done the deed.<br><br>But it seemed she was the one trapped. He pushed her into the wall, followed by his body… pinning her there and yet again raising the level of her need. When he pressed his chest against hers, she rubbed back against him pressing her leather bodice and the soft fullness of her breast against his skin. Her eyes where heavy, clouded with both passion and alcohol. When he kissed her hard, she submitted… sinking just a little as he took her breath and what was left of her reason. She let her tongue engage and dance with his. The fact that she was forgetting to breath added to the headiness she felt. Her free hand was clutching his arm and her fingers dug deep when he touched her hooded button. She&nbsp; made a whimpering sound into his mouth. His touch was the match to bring her somewhat out of her daze. Her free hand dropped from his arm and slid down his chest quickly, blindly feeling for the waist band of his jeans. At least she was still dexterous enough to unbutton and unzip them one handed. Though getting them off of him was impossible with the way he was holding her… she tried.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 07:28:19</strong>
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				David was certainly as horny as she was, in fact he was generally very horny after his races. Few things could get a man's blood pumping as moving at a high rate of speed down a highway. Sex came a close second. Very close. He felt the girl tense and whimper under his kiss and tocuh. While he'd never been a particularly gentle lover he did know his way around a girl.....he felt his grin widen as her hand opened his pants and tried to drag them down...by now the burn of hormones had destroyed the haze that the alcohal had developed... with his hands still on her wrist he twisted her around pushing her against the wall roughly. She'd need that wall for support soon enough....<br><br>With her pushed against the wall with one hand, which he was quite sure would annoy her, but she'd find his hand unyeilding.....although the rough concrete wall was a interesting feeling against her breasts. Well. She wouldn't have to wait long. He slipped out of those jeans fast enough his member coming out without fanfare. With her still pushed against the wall she'd feel him raise the skirt his member slipping against her asscheeks as he guided it towards her sex. At this point the sex was forefront of his mind. <br><br>Wasting no time the man slipped into her, his free hand fell to her hair which he took a hold of, pulling her head back to kiss her neck once. Leaving himself sheathed in her for a few seconds to tease her with tenderness....before starting a mad pistoning into her....moving fast and hard....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 04:16:09</strong>
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				The artist turned like a ballerina and went into the wall with a slight sound. She placed her hands flat against the wall and shivered from the cold rough concrete against her soft skin. The 4th place holder on the black list was partially correct about his hand holding her to the wall. Any other given time it would annoy her, but now her only thought was that he was close to filling her sex with his. That thought made her moan, feeling his manhood against her round bottom simply elongated the sound. <br><br>“Oh god” Sabra whispered as he entered her tight warm depths. David was a winner in more ways that one, for he filled her so well she thought she was going to orgasm at that moment. She came very close, pun intended. His hand in her strange shade of red hair helped refocus her attention. For the short time that Pyro didn’t move, but kissed her neck, let her regain some of her coolness. <br><br>“OH GOD” She said much louder this time as he began to thrust into her, each movement pushing and moving her against the rough wall. She was not particularly religious but one had to be able to sin in heaven… how else could one get there but through sex or a fast car? With each hard thrust she was closer to the finish line. The cool wall did nothing to cool her heat and her heart was racing as fast as it could go. When she had followed him back, she didn’t think this was going to last long. She only hoped that this was a race he was willing to loose… a gentleman would let the lady win.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 05:09:32</strong>
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				David certainly knew what he wanted this night, and the sounds he made her make certainly was one of the boxes that he could check on his mental "list." Granted he wasn't the most selfless person. And he was taking all he wanted. With a hand firmly in her hair and his other now on the wall he had all the leverage he needed. He thrusted into her madly, his well toned legs working him like a piston. And he was stepping on the pedal and hitting the nos. <br><br>This wasn't going to be a distance race, this was a sprint. And he wasn't aiming to last long. And no matter how gentlemanly he may or may not be...he was a racer. And he would be daft to lose any race he entered....whether it was behind the wheel...or behind a girl....and this one had a rather nice behind too.....he let his hand come back and give her cheek a smack as he thrusted into her....beer had a lovely way of letting loose the beast in a person....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 19:52:39</strong>
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				Then it was lucky the girl being driven had a head start. She had been horny as hell for hours. To finally be back in America and behind the wheel of her car, the drinking, dancing and even watching David win a damn fast race had all worked to get her to this point. It was now all mixing together in an erotic haze. Despite how she looked, she had never been this experimental with sex… She discovered she liked it. While his hand in her hair kept her where he wanted her, it also kept her from hitting her head against the wall… and the wall kept her from going anywhere so she took the full impact of each thrust. <br><br>Sabra's soft moans steadily became louder. She could feel the tingly sensation that preceded and an orgasm sparkle through out her body. There was a slight tremor in the muscles that hugged his shaft tightly. “Oh God More!” She moaned. Was she calling him a god? What he was doing was sufficient to get her off, but she wondered if he was maxed out or if he was a man that would accept a hard challenge. However she didn’t wonder long, her impending orgasm was quickly consuming her attention as the fire traveled through out her body via her blood stream.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>19-01-2007, 01:07:21</strong>
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				The man behind her was pushing hard, But not as hard as he could. He was too drunk for that, His movements no matter how strong or sure they were had that hint of being offbalanced. Like a wheel that was close to being rotated right, But not quite perfect. And while his lust had burned off a lot of the substance it still couldn't take everything away. But when she spurred him on he tried valiently to give her more. But that in turn made him grip her hair a tad harder and move against her even more violently, with a not so equal responce in his strength of thrusting.<br><br>Otherwise her body was treating his well and he was fighting off the orgasm that was trying to push through him. He shook his head and pulled back on her just a little more letting out a loud growl that sounded deep and emotional. He was certainly being hoenst at least...but if she wanted the best of David she'd have to wait for him to be sober.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 03:39:46</strong>
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				What David had been giving her when she asked for 'more', had been more than sufficient. Her orgasm would have clutched him hard anyway. She was simply so deep into the feeling of this experience that she wanted it to surpass everything she had felt before by miles with out actually realizing that it already did.<br><br>“OH GOD YES!” Sabra cried as he pulled harder on her hair and plowed into her with more force. It would have happened anyway, but the extra umpf was appreciated as her sex began to grip his in a wave of clench and release. Her whole body shuttered and shook while her throws of passion where still throwing.&nbsp; Though for this instant she wasn’t thinking about Pyro’s pleasure, nor had contributed to it more than just a hole to put his cock in, her body coxed and enticed him to feel this ecstasy with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 06:18:25</strong>
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				He grunted deep in his throat as she had her climax, her body clenching and moving on his with a lot of force. He felt his head go light as he broke over the barrier of his orgasm, feeling himself go with resounding force. He forced himself in one last time even as his orgasm took control of him. "ohhhh." He managed to say as he did so closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation....<br><br>After about a minute in her the racer let himself simply fall onto the concrete she falling with him, stuporous from the combined effect of sex and beer. But he didn't feel a thing when he landed and simply giggled. Oh man what a night....he had enjoyed himself immensely....he didn't even realize he had just fucked a girl who would eventually race against him....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>24-01-2007, 01:27:37</strong>
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				Over all this was a great night to be back. She got to drive her car, dance with her friends, get drunk and fucked all in one short evening. Sabra was still riding the waves of her release when Alex found his and for a short while she supported part of his weight, even though it was he who was holding them up. The moment for her was one of the most serene that she had in months. <br><br>When he fell, he light hold he had on her pulled her down with him. Fortunately she didn’t weigh very much because she landed with her back to his very hard chest. Albeit his chest wasn’t as hard as the cold concrete that her leg came in contact with. She made a quiet ‘eep’ sound and moved her leg so that she was completely lying on top of this evening’s winner. He giggled, which in turn made her laugh. The artist liked a guy who could giggle… she liked a guy who could drive… this one could do both and had looks that were a pure bonus. <br><br>“I doubt it’s going to take long before your butt gets cold.” She moved slightly adjusting herself, her head resting on his shoulder. “Buuuttt I’m comfortable. I don’t want to move.” She folded her hands across her flat stomach and closed her eyes. A grin was still on her face and every few seconds she giggled… after all she was still very drunk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-01-2007, 16:37:56</strong>
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				He opened a eye when he heard a laugh. Oh her. He'd forgotten where he was for a few seconds, stretching under her he let lose a yawn and a shudder of pleasure from a lingering aftereffect and the pleasure of his stretch. "Well my ass can take it, But if we don't move soon auntie Liz might come out and hit me with a broom" The slip was unconscious because he was drunk. "Auntie Liz" was a phrase only the small brood of kids she'd helped as kids called her.....and despite her want to stay on him he pulled himself up and helped the red haired vixen up as well, holding her up as he himself tried to stay on his feet.<br><br>He moved to the car that was nearby and leaned against it letting the girl lean against him. He was finding himself to be quite dizzy. "You know that car isn't mine..." Lizzy said as she walked by with the key in hand to grab something from the garage. She wasn't a fool and didn’t really mind the two fucking. As long as they cleaned up the mess...."mop is in the closet..." She half teased as she walked back to the bar with a large bottle in her hand. The door was locked as she left....<br><br>"Oops..." Managed the racer still having no clue that he was fucking one of Auntie Liz's other "kids".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 04:10:03</strong>
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				The man under her couldn’t see it, but Sabra raised a neatly manicured eyebrow when he called Lizzy ‘Aunt Liz’. She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it and giggled at the thought of the woman who had been the closest thing to a mother than she had ever experienced beating him with a broom. It seemed that a lot had happened in the past two years that she had been in Paris. Even though she was drunk, she knew she that there was a great deal for her to learn and deal with now that she was back. Until she knew more about David, who she knew and didn’t know was none of his business. <br><br>When he got up, he’d find her a big light and no problem to move at all. He was correct in assuming he would need to hold her up though, for she definitely wasn’t ready to turn to her feet. The booze and the afterglow of sex had relaxed her body so much that it felt like lead. It took great effort to walk the little way to the car and she definitely snuggled into his finely chiseled chest and closed her eyes. <br><br>The second she heard Elizabeth’s voice her heart stopped and her face turned almost as red as her hair. She turned her face into his chest and didn’t even breathe until the woman had left the room. Though she was still wearing all the cloths that she had arrived in… it was still like having a parent walk in on you having sex. Sabra had never even heard the door open… how much did the bar owner get to see?<br><br>“Just Ooops?” Sabra whispered against his chest. It was a big ooops. But it wasn’t long before she was giggling. Her face still buried in his chest, her face still flushed with embarrassment. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 17:06:43</strong>
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				He chuckled. "Ya just o..." He never got to finish his sentence when he heard this over the loudspeakers. "511" Oh shit. 511 was slang for cops.....The girl in his arms wasn't doing anything illegal. He had been a few hours ago and didn't particularly want to spend the night in jail. "Son of a...." He quite gingerly moved her off his chest and onto the car considering that in a few minutes cops would be here to bust his ass. He moved to his clothes and scrambled to put them on. "Fucking police.." he muttered under his breath. Never occurred to him that there was a off chance this might actually excite the girl even more, He felt bad for fucking her and leaving. When he got his pants on he came over and gave her a kiss. "Sorry bout this..." He heard the lock turning and ran for the garage door which had already been opened. <br><br>Outside the racer beebopped to his mustang, whom a misinformed officer was admiring. He quickly chopped him at the neck and opened the door. At the roar of the mustangs engine the officers which had been in the garage and bar came out among chants of "PYRO PYRO PYRO" He gunned the engine in reverse and sprayed gravel all over them. He quickly shifted into first and was off in a flash. The cops were right on his tail, and so was a news chopper....apparently the cops thought they'd get a TV worthy collar tonight. Oops. The TV was quickly turned to the local channel and the whole bar was collectively cheering, gasping in awe or just staring at the hijinks the man was pulling to lose all the cops following him....<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 04:11:13</strong>
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				The girl in his arms wasn’t going anything illegal? The last time Sabra checked, underage drinking would cost Lizzy her license and jail time… though it was Lizzy who put the first drink in her hand. This didn’t thrill her, it scared the fuck out of her. Yes she was an adrenaline junkie… she liked to speed and press social limits, but nothing had ever crossed her mind that might get her thrown in jail. Perhaps if she were in the car with him as he was running from the police it might be a different story.<br><br>So out of shock and being drunk, the red head allowed herself to be propped up against the car… the cold car… odd how her mind was stuck on how warm his chest had been as he was getting dressed. The sirens could be heard though the walls as he came back over to her and gave her a kiss. She didn’t know what to say so she watched him leave. Now she just had to figure out what she was going to do. Driving was out of the question. <br><br>Fortune would have it, that it was Lizzy that was turning the lock. She had turned back around when she heard the announcement. “I swear you kids are going to be the death of me yet.” She said with a smile, but it was the wrong words. The one most like a daughter to her, frowned with a worried look on her face. <br><br>“What’s going on Lizzy, cause if he’s bad for this place I’ll make sure he won’t come back.” Sabra looked out the door and could see the most of the flashing lights rolling into the distance. She didn’t know him, she shouldn’t care… but he did call Elizabeth ‘auntie’ and the woman was only slightly better at hiding her emotions. “He’s going to be ok, right?”<br><br>But time the question was asked, the owner of the bar was placing house keys in the artist’s hand. It wouldn’t be the first time the little girl in front of her spent the night, though it would be the first being drunk. “He always manages sweet pea. Now go to my house. You can watch the chase on the news if you want.” The older woman sent up a prayer to who ever was listening that he would be ok and locked up the garage after her daughter left out the back door. <br><br>The walk to the house was a short one. It was not so grand as her own in since of size and style, but Sabra always loved it here. She wanted to just crawl in the spare bedroom, yet she found herself curled up on the couch watching the news;&nbsp; her arms wrapped tightly around a throw pillow.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 05:38:38</strong>
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				He heard the siren's behind him as he passed a Toyota on one of the streets in town. Damn they obviously wanted him tonight. Normally they gave up by now, and while the people who were watching on the news may have been cheering for him he knew the people IN the copter were not. They transmitted it straight to the Police station along with everyone else. It was taking all he had to avoid traps being set by the police. Including 3 spike strips and several roadblocks. His car while not badly damaged. was getting a tad scratched up...wasn't particularly happy about that.<br><br>Downshifting as he came to a warehouse the race pulled back on the E-brake and slid into the place. Than he ran around inside letting the cops screw up, least the rookies. The pros stopped and waited. He pulled out through a wall soon enough and headed for the freeway. The helicopter in the air could only do about 120. He could do a lot faster. Once on the freeway he floored it...and all the people in the bar started to cheer as he hit triple digits.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 01:36:48</strong>
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				Sabra would have bit her fingernails, if she had any. Her heart seemed as if it was racing as fast as David was driving. He wasn't 'Pyro' to her, it wasn't his nick name she kept whispering in a prayer. They had sex... that gave her something close to girlfriend status until the sun came up. The seriousness of the matter and the quietness of the house was allowing her to sober up a little. It wasn't noticed at first, but she began to notice things that didn't make sense. <br><br>1. David wasn't driving the same car he raced in. <br><br>How did the cops pick when to come back? They could have just as easily raided at the same time as the race. There would have been plenty of illegal cars and if she had to guess, betting too. There would always be another racer... but if there was no money... there would be no reason to race.<br><br>2. Other people had most likely made the same choice as David... Run... <br><br>But the cops chose him to follow... and with a hellocopter no less. She didn't know the man she let fuck her at all... but if he was going to come to the bar in a dirty car... why not just return in the one he raced in?<br><br>3. Someone narked on David specifically. It would seem like a very dangerous thing to do. Though Pyro was not the source of the money... he was probably a money maker for the people who were. Not to mention that Narks where not tollerated company. If you saw something you didn't like the best thing to so would be just to move to a different venue and pretend it never happened.<br><br>but who would rat?<br><br>Sabra groaned and sunk deeper into the couch.... they wouldn't would they? Her brother, Adrian and her ex-boyfriend Michael were as tight as blood. She had nixed Michael's attemt to get under her very short skirt and Adrian had given her a very toxic look when she exited the dance floor to follow the man whom the police where now chasing. Would they be that petty? or was there something deeper... or she could be barking up the wrong tree... David could very well have his own enimies... she didn't have to figure out his problems.<br><br>But now she felt sick... her head hurt and she wanted to puke... but she was not leaving the couch until she knew that tonights winner was safe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 19:09:12</strong>
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				The mustang roared as he ran through the light traffic the police cars falling behind, the supercharger under the hood whined with the effort and he started singing along the rock song on the radio. "GET UP GET UP GET UP DROP THE BOMBSHELL" He expertly shifted into sixth gear as he approached 150 and grinned as the speedometer threaded up towards the 170 mark. Powerman 5000's Bombshell was a good song for this. But how to lose that damn chopper....hell even it was falling behind but not fast enough.....hmm his sister was going to hate him for this.....<br><br>The answers to her 2 and 3rd thoughts were easy enough. He had been the only Black List Racer in the bar that night. The cops in this area hated BL racers with a passion. And the bounty on his head was worth quite a bit more than anybody else in the bar. If somebody narced he would have been surprised. Seeing as Lizzy had ties to every car related thing going on in this city. If somebody narced the chances were a tad better than even that she'd find out about it.<br><br>Now back to the car chase. Pyro was coming to a offramp with one particularly nasty feature. It wasn't quite finished yet. It was only blocked by cones and a sign, but their was a 20 foot open space as the were building from the bottom up, but he was moving 180ish now...and he was fairly confident he could slam across that 20 feet. Hitting the nitrous he heard his engine groan as it hit redline....he bit his lip seeing the tach hit 7000 RPM's not good....he felt the car lurch as it hit the sign and than go weightless after he attempted the jump.......and worse than that the chopper was still close enough to get it on zoom.....the jump lasted a mere second but it seemed to last longer...particularly to the man in the car.."Shit shit shit shitttt" He managed to mutter as he hit the ground....hard. His bumper flew off, damn Nikki would kill him. But he floored it and got off the nos...time to go home.......he ducked into a alley and waited a bit first.....but after losing the chopper and cops...he was home free....literally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-01-2007, 01:47:19</strong>
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				Life for everyone here had raced off and left Sabra so far behind. She didn’t know it, but she would find out… soon. <br><br>Her heart was in her throat when she heard the voices in the helicopter exclaim that the overpass wasn’t completed. The zoom lens lead to them capturing the movie like shot as his car took to the air. She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath until well after the car landed. The news anchor came back on the tv excited about the chase. The TV clicked off at the press of a button before she could hear a small segment on illegal racing that was suspected in town.<br><br>Now that she knew David was safe, she wanted to kick or punch him. Damn it, he wasn’t her problem… but if there was the slightest chance that one of her idiots tipped off the cops, she was going to make it right. <br><br>On Lizzy’s desk she wrote a note.<br><br><em> Call him, make sure he is ok. Tell him if he wants, he can bring the car over for a new paint job. Love you… leave me medicine… I’m going to have a hangover. ~’~ Sabra </em><br><br>And she taped on the door to the guest bedroom knowing that the older woman would come in and check on her. Though it wouldn’t take much to get undressed (cause she wasn’t wearing much), she just fell on top of the bed. It wouldn’t cross her mind that Nikki had slept in this bed as far as the artist knew… this was HER bedroom.<br><br>She had a great deal of truth to learn come sun up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>28-01-2007, 01:58:11</strong>
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				When he pulled into the garage several hours later he had a very angry, very teary faced little sister on his hands. He could see the tracks on her face...'Oh damn..." He whispered under his breath as he shut the engine off. He got out of the car and shut the door. "Nikki I'm sorry about the bumper and I know the engine will need work but hear me out...." She came over and gave him a hug. "I'll get the paychecks from now on...."She whispered quietly. She started crying again and he pulled her into a tight embrace. literally picking her up as he walked into the little apartment next to the garage. Ever since he had been 17 he had taken care of his little sister. There were no secrets between them. And he treated her better than anyone. He took her into her room and sat her down, talking with her a few minutes about his recklessness and the fact the cops would hurt Aunt Lizzy....He'd already decided he'd race pass there...but he wouldn't go there anymore. He couldn't risk it. He kissed his little sister on the forehead and told her to get some sleep.<br><br>He himself walked to his room and turned on his T.V. He watched the footage for a bit and winced when he landed. "Ouch...." He muttered. Than he got his phone and called Liz's house. He left a message on her answering machine not knowing the girl he'd fucked was sleeping there."Hey Auntie, I got home all right. Nikki gave me a ration and all that though. I can't come to the bar anymore. I'll still......pass by every now and again. But I can't go back. it's too risky. The BL run is tomorrow up in the foothills. I know I'll see you there. Bye." Number 5 had finally had the gumption to race him. A Mistake....one he'd put a end too. He needed his sleep so he hit the sack, looking forward to the 5 mile run tomorrow... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-01-2007, 16:14:44</strong>
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				The phone rang, splitting into her head. Yet she could not fight the fog of her mind to figure out what was hurting her so much. Buy the time the voice mail picked up, she had concluded it was the phone. The clock said it was about 3 yet Lizzy wasn’t home? But she recognized the voice… at least David was safe. In the dark it couldn’t be seen, but she frowned when he said it was too risky to come to the bar again… what was Lizzy into? Sabra set up, realizing that her friend wasn’t at home, she had the intention to go find her, but her head throbbed and the room spun. An underage drinker probably wasn’t going to help the woman with what ever she was dealing with so the artist went back to sleep worried about more things that she could count.<br><br>When she woke in the morning, the shades were mercifully closed. There on the end table was a glass of water and aspirin as well as a set of Sabra’s cloths. Her tongue felt thick and her mouth dry. She downed the aspirin as well as the entire glass of water, then it was to the bathroom for a shower.<br><br>As she stepped out of the bathroom, now feeling better at being clean, she could smell pancakes and bacon. Though it wasn’t too early in the morning, Sabra guessed about 10. She wondered how Elizabeth could be up cooking, but that’s the just the way the woman was. <br><br>“Did you have any trouble last night?” Sabra asked as she walked into the kitchen. There was another glass of water waiting for her at her seat… The cure for hangovers… hydration. <br><br>Lizzy turned from cooking and gave her a sympathetic look. “You know full well I won’t answer that. My troubles should never be yours.” Though it wasn’t the other way around. Elizabeth never went poking into anyone’s business, but if they brought their troubles to her, she was more than willing to help. Aside she knew Sabra was going to have enough trouble with that brother of hers.<br><br>Sabra frowned, it was fair enough. It was how her father raised her to be. It made sense that the woman he chose to spend most of his time with would be the same way. “Who is David? I’m not sure I like him.” Well she didn’t like the fact that he could possibly get Lizzy in trouble and he as much as admitted it on the answering machine.<br><br>The older woman laughed as she placed a plate with two pancakes, no syrup or butter, two strips of bacon and a jar of honey on the side in front of the red head. “As I recall you liked him verrry well.” The blond woman stressed very with a wink. “You don’t have to like him love, but he and his sister are family.” She wasn’t going to offer the fact that she ‘adopted’ David and Nikki years before Sabra went to Paris. There was a lot of pride in those two kids. And she had pride in those she considered hers. Though their father had been the love of her life, the bar owner never considered Adrian hers.<br><br>“What’s going on? The expansion of the bar… the new expensive yuppie cars… the racing? We did a little illegal racing before I left but it’s like everything got doped up on steroids since I left.” Her head was starting to hurt again and she felt like things she should know where missing. Before she left she was the racing princess and now she wondered if anyone knew her name. “If we got caught we go a slap on the wrist not chased over 30 miles by helicopters and jumping bridges…” Sabra stared down at her food and picked at it with a fork. Despite how concerned she sounded, the idea of jumping a bridge gave her a tingle of excitement and she dared not look up least she show it.<br><br>“Honey, You’ve only been back one night.” Aiden had been a smart business man, his daughter had his talent for it. She was always searching for what she didn’t know and organizing the information to put her at a better advantage, but Lizzy didn’t want to go how far into the street racing she actually was. The older woman felt a little guilty about not warning Sabra about the trouble her brother was getting into and it was a possibility that Sabra would not forgive her for it. “You should take it easy for a few days. It’s Saturday, spend it with me.”<br><br>“You’re trying to sweet talk me and avoid my questions.” Sabra quipped and pointed a fork tipped in pancake at her friend.<br><br>“Yes I am… and no I’m not. I would just prefer to answer them slowly. Some things baby you just don’t need to know.” <br><br>It was a warning and the former princess sighed. Lizzy loved her dearly and it was easy to remember that. “Ok. Slowly… but you are going to answer me.” She confirmed with authority and put the pancake in her mouth. Once done chewing she asked “So what are we doing today?”<br><br>The older woman gave her a wicked grin “It’s a surprise.” And winked.<br><br>Alright so this wasn’t going to be a productive morning. At least breakfast was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>29-01-2007, 17:20:46</strong>
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				David woke up with a muted groan, at 10 AM.......he felt a little mugged last night. But not the nightmarish hangover his partner last night had across the town. He never let himself get too drunk, in particular at that bar. He couldn't afford it. It had been a profound blessing that he had been able to drive as well as he had last night......and what had woke him up was the evil sound of his GT's engine being run up on the Dyno. Apparently his sister was burning the morning oil. Atypical. Once the engine was quietly revving low he opened the door and looked out. "Can't a lazy boy get any sleep..." He muttered, rather dejectedly he thought. <br><br>Nikki just chuckled in his brothers car. She thought what he had done last night was stupid and risky. Granted it had worked. She wasn't particularly happy to have to work on the mustangs bodywork....but she did enjoy it. Buying a mustang fender without the cops noticing was going to be the pain...."Not if you want to win.." Her sing song voice replied revving the engine to it's 6 thousand reline point. The engine whined as it ran that high as she floored the power plant.<br><br>He frowned and shut his door. While not sound proof like the rest of the garage it was better than nothing against the punishing noise of his 800 horsepower engine....sitting on his bed he thought about last night extensively. "Wonder if She'll be there..." He chuckled. If last night's race were something to talk about blacklist racing was something to scream about. The cars were fitted with wireless video units, and cameras were placed all over the course. Covertly of course, as the cops were ever so vigilant in spotting said cameras. Pyro smirked and thought about his opponent for a few seconds. 900 horsepower Aston Martin DB9. In all respects his car's equal. Probably a bit better he admitted grudgingly. Nikki was thinking about getting a twin turbo to bump it up to 1000 horsepower...but what the hell was that good for anyway.....with that much power he'd probably could top 280...but why the hell would he need that in a race. He chuckled and pulled on his one piece fire retardant racing outfit. It was black as black could be. He than pulled on gloves and his shades. He glanced at the clock......2 hours to race time......<br><br>90 Minutes later....<br><br>The GT was warmed, primed and ready. It's dark blue exterior muting it's speed demon look....barely. He watched as his sister ran her hands along the car with pride. It was one of her baby's. "Going to watch the race with Aunt Lizzie?" Nikki nodded as she opened the engine compartment of the car, possessed with final inspections. She made sure this car ran good. He loved that trait about her. He could count the number of times anything in his car had failed on one hand. "Alright. Wonder what car she'll drive today." They both chuckled at that. Despite her elderly age they both suspected she owned several modified cars. Nikki turned around and gave her brother a hug...." Be safe bro.." She whispered giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning to walk to her already running Lotus. Granted the smaller engine couldn't be heard over the Ford's roar......"Lets go kick some ass boy." He whispered shutting the engine compartment and walking around to the front.....He let Nikki leave first to go to Lizzie's house. And he turned towards the hills. He drove slowly, and off the main roads. A Ford GT garnered attention. The last thing he needed.....<br><br>5 Minutes before the Starts of the race......12:25. <br><br>He pulled out of his hiding spot, in this case a little grove of trees when he got the heads up a Aston Martin had been spotted. To the cheers of the crowd he ran his engine up, and the higher they yelled the higher he revved. He chuckled and nodded his head to Nicklebacks Learned the Hard Way. Well somebody was about to learn the hard way.....he saw the yellow and green car out of the corner of his eye and in "greeting" redlined his power plant. The other driver did the same. The course was simple. And it wasn't a drag.....the foothill had a single road. It winded up and around the hill in a wild zig-zag pattern, and they would rocket around a 1000 foot curve and connect back to the road via a short stint through a gravel road......it was time. He turned up his music and moved the hand to the gearshift his shades on and secure...."Time to lose bitch..." He muttered his eyes focusing on the nearly naked girl coming out with the starting flag.....bra. <br><br>Show Time. <br><br>The big breasted Blonde waved the bra with gusto and the two Black Listers were off. The start was spectacular, the roar of 1700 horsepower lighting up all at once deafening to say the least, than with indecent speed they were off for the curves. Within seconds all the crowd was running for a truck with a big screen TV on it's bed. The man had two and each of the cars had a Camera....and it looked to be a wild ride. <br><br>Pyro grunted at the start as he always did, the G's this car put out were nuts...he shifted fast and smooth and used the lower weight of his car to snatch a early lead. His opponent was driving a European car, and they as a general rule handled better than American cars. But, his GT wasn't stock...and was pumping less iron than the brute behind him. So ironically the American car would handle better......that was fine with him. He turned his wheel hard and floored it in a lower gear for the first turn, burning out his backtires and swinging wildly around the first turn at 120....it was a hell of a sight on the Aston's camera.....and he kept doing it again...and again.....pretty soon the Aston was falling behind. It's heavy forward engine killing it in the turns, But David was not a fool. In the 1000 foot stretch that car behind him would speed like a bat out of hell. His GT was fast...but 100 horsepower...was 100 horsepower. He took the last turn a little too wide and allowed the Aston to catch a bit. Now for the 1000 footer.......<br><br>He started shifting like crazy, hitting 3th gear in a big hurry as he accelerated to 130. The turns had kept him down to about 100 on the straight parts and 80 around the curves. He'd hit maybe 150 at the end of this....the monster behind him lit up his nos and accelerated past him....at 160...."Sheeittt." Muttered Pyro. That guy was insane, And it would cost him. He hit the brakes hard as they both came to the turn, it was a sharp one too....that gravel road wasn't mean to be raced on. He planned to take it at about 70. The guy in front of him took it at 90...and slid off the gravel road and into a sign. The sign fell over and did little damage to the car. But the 5 seconds he lost spinning his tires in the mud more than made up the second he'd gained in passing Pyro. <br><br>He took it a tad easier on the return run down the hill, taking the turns at a modest 70 rather than the 80 of before. Not until the very end of the race did the Aston even see his bumper again...and by than it was too late. David didn't stop to party. The 5-0 were getting better and better..and he didn't want to party with them tonight. Sides, He and Nikki had to clean up. Nikki had told him that she was inviting Liz to the shop to look at his older mustang. She had put a new supercharger on it she wanted the womans thoughts on.....so off to home.<br><br>(Please feel free to RP nikki coming over in the Lotus and Asking Liz to come over :) )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>31-01-2007, 04:53:41</strong>
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				Did you ever get the feeling that there was something you didn’t know? Something that you should have seen but missed? Something that everyone else knew, but weren’t talking about because it was something you should have seen yourself because you were too dense or not paying attention? Sabra wasn’t accustomed to feeling that way and she discovered she didn’t like it. <br><br>It’s not exactly as if Lizzy hid what she was doing. Most of the time the older woman was on the cell phone fluttering around the bar like a hummingbird. It sounded like she was trying to put together an action movie… spotters, a holder, cameras, web feeds. Did she bribe someone with a car? Money was talked about more than once… and she definitely heard a ‘sweetheart, I like you but… it is only a matter of time before David takes your spot. The artist formally known as ‘Princess’ just sketched in the art book that she had left all those years ago in the bar. <br><br>Honestly she didn’t know why she was letting herself get depressed. Last night went really well… her friends had been happy to see her, she had been the pick of the night by the man of the night… Yet there was a new element that she didn’t own. Didn’t own it… hell she was clueless. She ignored all the conversations about what was in these new cars… the terms and abbreviations went over her head. At the old age of 20 she couldn’t figure out why in hell someone would need a computer in their car.<br><br>If she held hope that her downward spiral was going to end. That hope would be crushed when she discovered that she was indeed a very spoiled and jealous child. She had been too preoccupied to hear the engine of the car, but the front door to the bar had a bell on it that could defiantly grab attention when there wasn’t music or a crowd. In bound a cute little girl 17 or 18 years old and making a direct b-line to Lizzy. The older woman picking her up and swinging her around as if she weighted as little as a rag doll. <br><br>“I’m so excited.” And it was obvious, the girl was bouncing. “BL races are so awesome.” She calmed for one second and added quickly. “David is absolutely going to win.” It was spoken with complete conviction that had Elizabeth laughing and giving Sabra a knowing wink. Geesh the tiny thing looked nothing like him and how was the red head supposed to introduce herself? ‘Hi, I don’t know you… or your brother for that matter… but I let him fuck me in the garage?” Well at least the obscurity of it made her smile.<br><br>“Nikki, This is Sabra Reigns, Sabra this is Nikki, David’s sister.” The bar owner introduced. <br><br>Nikki’s eyes lit up even brighter. “You’re the person who did all the art here? And the chevy outside… it’s pretty. Great to meet you.” The tiny tot stuck her hand out and Sabra shook it. <br><br>“Thanks, same to you.” It seemed she was going to like the girl after all. It just didn’t make her feel better at the moment.<br><br>“Alright girls, we got to roll and momma’s driving…” The elder blond let the girls to the unused portion of the factory where there were indeed many cars covered against dust. And to resolve his curiosity, the ladies would be arriving to watch him with their tops down in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder convertible, asphalt grey inside and out… the car damn near blending with the road.<br><br>Nikki and Lizzy rode with their hair down; Sabra put hers up in a bun. She loved to feel the wind against her skin, but brushing the tangles out of her long locks was a bitch. The two women up front chatted happily; Nikki typing away on a computer… scenes of a road flashed across the screen from various points. The artist was content to ride, with the air stealing the sound the couldn’t participate anyway.<br><br>The red head did notice, when they stopped… that it was next to a truck with a wide screen TV going through the same camera scenes and that the man who came to talk with Lizzy was one of the men her brother was having a heated discussion with last night. His conversation with the older woman seemed friendly but the way he looked at Sabra and winked made her skin crawl.<br><br>“5 minutes until the race!” Nikki exclaimed excitedly and turned to include Sabra in on the fun. “You’ve never been to a Black List race before have you?”<br><br>“No… I don’t think they have this in Paris.” She replied with a smile. The image of a pretty car taking out an irreplaceable building was too scary for her to take it seriously… no one would do that… would they?<br><br>“Well you start out by building your reputation in group races like the one Pyro was in last night. Those you pay to get into. The more wins you have the better your rep and if you happen to beat a BL who’s in that race then your rep goes up faster. David’s number 4, beating him would have assured a BL challenge. But I bet they weren’t happy when the found out he was in the race.” Nikki chatted along almost as fast as a race car, probably being the most informative person that Sabra met yet. “There are 10 on the BL. Once you get a high enough rep you challenge number 10 and work your way up. #5 challenged my bro and so here we are!” Spoken nice and perky like they having a picnic instead of doing anything illegal.<br><br>But Sabra found herself caught up in the excitement just like everyone else. Her eyes weren’t on the blond, but the blue car. Her interest focused on the man driving. She was jumping along side his sister as he took the lead. Though she continued to cheer, she winced at the first turn. David made the first turn at an amazing speed, but it wasn’t as pretty as she would have liked. God she wanted to drive again. All three women were booing the Aston when it passed the GT. But the beautiful red head was already wincing and shaking her head before the two reached the gravel. Most people didn’t realize that gravel was like ice at speeds above 25 mph. As his opponent slid off the road and took out a sign she hoped that her last night’s lay would be a bit smarter. <br><br>And he was, his women jumped, laughed and hugged each other as he passed the finish line and kept going. “Party at my house!” Nikki said in the group hug and bounced a bit again. As they walked back to the spyder it was easy to read on Sabra’s face she wasn’t sure about going.<br><br>“Forget about work baby. Nothing is going to change by tomorrow.” Lizzy advised as she cranked the car.<br><br>“You have to come.” David’s little sister gave a cute pleading face. That was a trick that she herself used to use. “It will be your welcome home party and I’ll make David grill steaks… he doesn’t know that yet.” She said the last part as if she were telling a secret he would over hear.<br><br>How could she refuse that?... and she did want to see him again if nothing else but to hit him for scaring her with that chase last night. About 30 minutes after he got home, three cars pulled up in the drive way. His sister and Elizabeth rushing in to congratulate him. Sabra followed them in, but hung back in the shadows. The scene reminded her of just how out of place she was coming back. With out her dad, nothing seemed like home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>31-01-2007, 08:12:39</strong>
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				He drove home at a modest clip, once more taking the back roads to avoid the cops who were by now looking for his car, he made it home with time to spare. Using the automatic garage door opener the racer pulled his GT and shut down. Now to make it a proper party he opened up his two mustangs hoods and his GT's rear cowling for a easy look at the pretty engines. The table was already set. And the party trays were&nbsp; set out, he eyed the BBQ in the corner and raised a brow....why was that out.....<br><br>Before he could investigate he was tackled rather forcibly by his little sister....which wasn't saying much. She seemed to collide into him and he moved about as much as a rock might when water hit it. He gave her a hug and accepted her kiss on his cheek as she gave him her congrats. Than she started mumbling something about the GT's steering as it concerned the last corner he'd taken into the 1000 footer. "Driver error sis..." He mumbled. He heard something akin to bullshit, and she gave him a shake of the head. He chuckled as he hugged Liz. "Hey Auntie..." And she greeted him and...Than he was handed the steaks and he chucked he shook his head and walked to the BBQ, he found the seasonings and got to work...having not seen the girl in the shadows as of yet....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>01-02-2007, 17:44:53</strong>
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				It was no surprise to Sabra that she was forgotten when Nikki and Lizzy disappeared into the garage talking mechanic lingo as they vanished. The bar owner knew that asking the artist to come would be pointless. The only things Sabra could find underneath a car were the battery and the oil stick. Her father Aiden had adored Elizabeth because she would roll up her sleeves and crawl underneath a car without batting an eyelash. The woman could not be described as dainty. However Sabra, so she had been told, was like her mother… pretty, creative, graceful and fragile. It was the poetry of the car and the joy that they gave her father that held her love. She wasn’t even strong enough to put air in her tires, much less change one.<br><br>She didn’t know it, but it was also in Lizzy’s mind to give her a little alone time with David. The older woman knew things were going to get really bad for Sabra and that the young woman wouldn’t understand why Lizzy didn’t warn her, much less help her. If they liked each other there was a small chance that Sabra would stay around, maybe even forgive her… eventually.<br><br>While the number 4 driver on the black list was trying to figure out why he was grilling 4 large stakes for three people, Sabra found her way to the kitchen and got two beers out of the fridge. This was a place her father would like, people her father would like. It wouldn’t surprise her if he and Lizzy had spent a lot of time with David and Nikki. But it was odd to her that he had never mentioned them on the phone… she was assuming of course that Lizzy had known the brother and sister for over a year, but not realizing that it had been much much more.<br><br>In daylight (and sobriety) he was hot, at last from the back end. So she didn’t make a mistake last night after all, that was a relief. “Congratulations on winning today.” She said softly as she walked onto the patio. When he turned to look he would find that she was not as scantily clad as she had been the night before, but she was still something to look at. Her pants were baggy, dark blue and purple with a tie-dye affect. They sat so low on her hips that one had to wonder if she were wearing anything beneath them (she wasn’t). Her top was a thin t-shirt, baby doll cut to hug her curves). It only covered down to her sternum and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, though her breast were young and pert, despite their fullness… she didn’t need one. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>02-02-2007, 05:43:59</strong>
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				He turned to look at Sabra and raised a brow as he thought back tot he rumbled memories of last night. She was still a looker, and the clothes she wore seemed to simply accent the sexiness she had, rather the flaunt it as she had last night. He smiled and turned back to flip the steaks before taking a beer from her and leaning against a wall. "Thanks, It was....interesting." it had been easy. He had it from the get go and it would have actually been harder if the other guy had taken that turn slower....the moron. <br><br>"So, you one of Elisabeth adoptees or just a friend of her's." He suspected that she was another daughter of Liz's. In the abstract way that he was a son of hers. Gee he guilty of incest in some abstract way? He smirked at that thought and turned back to the BBQ pouring sauce on the steak and flipping it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>02-02-2007, 13:56:55</strong>
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				Sabra followed David to the wall and when he opened his beer she took it from him and replaced it with the other&nbsp; one she was holding. She hated those damn twist tops. Though she could open them, she looked like a looser trying to do so, the little ridges bit into tender hands and she always scrunched her face. Not very beautiful at all and she did care what the guy before her thought about her looks.<br><br>"I think I am adopted." She smiled and gave him a wink. "I'm pretty sure she started dating my father when I was about 6. Though I've known her all my life. They always denied it, but I woke up late one night and caught them kissing. I caught them several times through out the years, but they always seemed too preoccupied to notice." She never figured out why they&nbsp; didn't make it public or get married. One only had to look at them together to see how they had felt about one another. Now it was far passed to late.<br><br>"What about you? How long have you been swinging from this make shift family tree?" Was their a fine line between staring and looking at someone when you were talking to them? If so she had to find it because her mind was already starting to draw him in her head... tracing each contour of his face and her finger itched to so do... lucky they were wrapped around a bottle. At least now she could find out some information about him and how things had changed in the past two years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 05:20:30</strong>
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				He chuckled and opened the second bottle of beer, suspecting as most men do that she didn't like dealing with the caps simply because for them it was hard. He turned back to the steaks and flipped them easily. Than he turned to her and smiled. <br><br>"Well, I started working at Lizzie's a few years Ago as a Mechanic. At the time I was racing that thing" He nodded to the older mustang, the paint job on it was classic Ford racing stripes. It was a darker blue with white stripes and the supercharge was seen through the hood. "And she let me use the garage as a place to fix her up and also fix other cars...." He chuckled. "Than I busted into the BL and made sure a few races went by her place. When she noticed business was perking and told me I did it more often and well, now it’s a hub of illegal and legal practices." He shrugged and pulled the steaks off putting them on a big plate and taking it to the table that Lizzie and Nikki were getting too now. <br><br>"So for a little while." He gave her a grin that would melt ice and he sat down at his seat offering her the one next to her. He wondered briefly what her past here was, why She had been brought...and why now....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 19:16:29</strong>
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				“It’s pretty.” Sabra commented about the car when he motioned to it. She suspected he was loyal to its maker. She on the other hand was not like that. To her cars were like cloths. It didn’t matter how uncomfortable it was if it was pretty and made you look good, wear it. Any car could be handled. How well it responded was just a bonus. <br><br>For a brief second she wondered how that car would do against hers. Then that second was gone. She doubted if that car was put in a show that it would qualify for the classics section. Especially if it was the car he was driving when he got to this black list. Her baby though slightly modified wasn’t changed enough to compete with the super cars and she loved it to much to try. The days of racing the Chevelle were long gone. It was apparent now that street racing was far past her and probably had been far past her and her group of friends when they had done it years go.<br><br>Her attention returned to him when he mentioned ‘busting into the BL’. She smiled, looked interested (because she was), but the smile on her face was just to look pretty. Her mind was churning on the ‘hub of illegal and legal practices’. Her father had raised her to believe that her personal business was her personal business not to be shared with others, particularly strangers.&nbsp; And the reverse was true, what others did was no concern of hers and she never even thought about poking her nose into anything that did not directly affect her. <br><br>Had he raised her that way because he was doing illegal things? God she felt so naive at the moment, almost embarrassed. However she didn’t want to ask questions exploring that avenue in front of Nikki or Lizzie so she didn’t ask in. Instead she took some relief in knowing that she didn’t have to know anything to flirt with David. When he smiled at her like that, it more than melted ice… it heated her blood stream; she knew he was flirting with her. <br><br>As the red-head took her seat, she stepped close enough to David that he could feel her stomach slide across his back and when she stepped around him her thigh brushed against his arm. As she slid into her offered seat, her look was one of innocence. “After two years in Paris it feels like I just moved here, rather than lived here all my life. Perhaps after lunch we can go for a drive and you can show me what’s changed?” If he looked closely there was a sparkle of mischief in her blue eyes, like seeing what had changed wasn’t the only thing she had in mind. And it wasn’t. Though her mind was not on sex, those lips of his looked very kissable.<br><br>Not knowing their family process… guest first, man first or what have you, Sabra put her hands in her lap and waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>05-02-2007, 06:44:44</strong>
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				He felt the smoothness of her stomach brush against his back and the bareness of her thigh go against his arm, damn this girl. Last thing he needed was for her to get him fired up in front of his sister and aunt....when he looked over and saw the look in her eyes after the statement his suspicions. It had been far too long since he'd had sex in the back of his mustang...hmm. He wondered briefly if she'd be that hard to convince....heh.<br><br>"Sure, I'll take you out in the beast." He nodded to the older mustang. "The cops don't know about that car....either that or her Lotus." She'd notice his noise wrinkle and get a rather "ew" look. "It's not the cars fault your so fucking tall..." His little sister said. Her car was fine for her, but very crampt for him. He chuckled and gave everyone a steak, and also handed the bowls of various foodstuffs around. it was soon obvious that the food was being passed and eaten at no particular order. Soon enough they were eating. Lizzie and Nikki soon got into a in depth discussion of a new twin turbo that Heffner had put in his Ford GT putting out over a thousand hp. "His 0-60 is 0.1 seconds slower than a stock GT!" Granted they all knew that it was only because of the lack of traction, The car put out so much power it was close to impossible not to wheelspin in first gear. David stayed out of the&nbsp; conversation other than that little tidbit. He finished his food first and stoof up. "Let me make sure she's running smooth before I take you around town." He got up leaving her at the table.....getting equally heated looks from Nikki and Lizzie, in particular from Lizzie......they were also smiling that "hehe we know somethings up" smile.<br><br>"So Sabra have fun last night at the bar?" Lizzie smirked evilly and Nikki being ever astute raised a brow and looked over at David. Than she giggled and went over to bug his brother about her sneaky suspicions. Leaving Lizzie to bug Sabra alone.<br><br>"Sabra and David in the garage, F U C K I N G" The short pixie proclaimed over the very sexy sound of his mustang's Boss 429 engine. He gave her a dirty look but didn't deny it, instead working in the depths of his mustang. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 03:17:12</strong>
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				She hadn't counted the number of cars that he owed but the low estimate was 3 just for him, 4 counting his sister's Lotus. He had to be very good to afford those cars and this house. Sabra had raced off track herself a few times, so she wasn't sure why she had a problem with what he and Lizzie were involved in. Perhaps it was money. The races she had been in had been for prestige and attitude. The times she had gotten caught her father always bent her ear and took her keys.&nbsp; Though as they ate their food a small voice in her brain whispered how it was poetry in motion and one hell of a rush. The image of her battling that inner demon down kept her smiling as she ate. Her only participation to the conversation was nodding her head. She wouldn’t be able to hold her own talking about cars in this group.<br><br>“Awww a bumpy ride might be fun.” The red head smiled and gave him an obvious wink. This was teasing not flirting but she had no idea that their other two companions would lump it all together anyway. <br><br>So Sabra was totally caught by surprise when Lizzie asked her that question, even more so at the look on her face. Never in her wildest imagination would she have thought that the older woman would have put her private matters in front of someone who didn’t know and she already knew by the look on Nikki’s face and the way she bounded off after her brother like a fairy on seed that the girl had but two and two together and came up with sex. Had the artist been in earshot of what Nikki had said she would have come unglued. As it was now she opened her mouth, forgot what she was going to say and shut it again. After repeating this action several times, she shook her head. <br><br>“I had fun from the moment I got there. Hours of fun.” She stated flatly avoiding the insinuation all together. She didn’t even bother to look at her father’s old love, instead stacked the dishes she used neatly.<br><br>“He’s a good man, cute and knows his way around a car.” Lizzie tried to say with out sounding like she was pushing. Though Sabra was probably too smart for that. <br><br>And she was. Sabra knew that Lizzie was pushing though she would not know why for another day or so yet. Sadly knowing that David knew his way around a car would be of no use to her when she did find out.<br><br>“You didn’t want me to go to work but you want me to have an instant boyfriend…” she frowned at the older woman. “I feel like an alien on a strange planet and I just want the hum of an engine and an open stretch of road.” She stood up and pulled her keys from the edge of her pants. “Tomorrow morning Reigns Racing is going to be my number one priority and I doubt that I will have time for a social life for a while.” It had taken effort but aside from her first sentence her words held none of the sting she wanted. Perhaps she had landed in an alternative universe… it was possible.<br><br>“If David comes back this way, tell him to pick me up in the driveway. I’ve got to get my purse.” Without waiting for a reply she made her way back through the house and out the front door as was the quickest route. It was not so much her purse she was wanting, but what was inside of it. Since the window was down, she reached in and grabbed her hand bag. From a single serve packet she popped two pills of Dramamine. This was totally her secret. She had a fairly severe inner ear/eye coordination problem. Riding in cars made her sick, there had even been days when driving had made her sick. It was definitely not news that a professional driver wanted to get out and there were so few professional female drivers. She already had three commercials under her belt. It wasn’t a career she was ready to give up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 21:41:37</strong>
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				After tuning his sister out the racer looked into the 429 engine and growled. Nikki could get a tad juvenile when it came to his sex life. "Just go away." he muttered and the girl quite happily went off to drag Lizzie to her Lotus to chat about it's turbo system. <br><br>Meanwhile he got into the front seat and floored it into reverse, burning out as he turned the wheel and did a rather fancy spin onto the short driveway. He unlocked the passenger door and motioned for her to get in, and when she did he floored it once more. The 429 replying with the sexiest sound a muscle car lover could hear. He seemed to love it as at every green light he floored it. to the delight of every young boy they passed. <br><br>"Lizzie give you a ration for sexing me up?" He asked with a grin looking over with his dazzling blue eyes as he headed towards the mountain, fully planning on stopping at a lovers lane as they explored the city. He turned on the radio to the Rock station and Metallica's "GIMMIE FUEL GIMMIE FIRE GIMME THAT WHICH THOU DESIRE YAAA" Came roaring over the rather nice stereo in the car. He was moving about 80 on a 60 mph freeway at the moment....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 05:50:55</strong>
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				He was still flirting with her. Sabra couldn’t suppress her grin as he turned his car around. David was a damn could driver, and to her it was incredibly sexy. Despite her moodiness she found herself as giddy as a cheerleader going out with the quarter back. She slid into the car quickly and fastened her seat belt. <br><br>He started out like a bat out of hell, but it was expected. The red head placed her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She hoped the smile on her face would let him to believe that she was simply enjoying the sound of the car and the gentle hum of the wheels on the road. In reality she was fighting the spinning headache in her head and the flipping of her stomach.&nbsp; It wasn’t until he spoke with her about five minutes later than she opened her eyes. She prayed that he medicine would kick in soon because his starts was putting her stomach in the back seat. <br><br>“Actually she said you were a letch and a world of trouble. She suggested that I get into my car and drive away as fast as I can… I think she wants you for herself.” The artist was still puzzled by he older woman’s actions. Each time she thought about it, the more she believed that her life had been more sheltered that she could ever imagine. Regardless if the gorgeous guy with the unbelievable blue eyes knew it or not, he was going to give her some of those missing answers. <br><br>She gave him a wicked grin and crept her hand over to his thigh. “Do I have to worry about competition?” She asked, her blue eyes sparkling as the vertigo was starting to subside. (thank god for strait open road).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 06:08:09</strong>
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				When she told him what Lizzie had supposedly said he rose a brow and looked her way. The fact that he knew Lizzie would never ever say those words was written all over his face."Did she now?" He chuckled and lowered the volume as the favorite part of his song subsided. The 06 Corvette that he had been racing the other day passed him at about 130, he looked over and saw that the brown haired man at the wheel had a girl next to him as well. "Idiot..." He mumbled. However stupid he thought the man was Sabra could see it took all he had not to floor the mustang. In fact she could feel the mustang twitch as he hit the throttle a little. But he wisely decided to behave.<br><br>She apparently didn't get the memo on that particular behavior clause as he felt her on his thigh...."Oh I don't think so." He laid his head back against the headrest of his bucket seat and smiled. Looking her way he hit the throttle accelerating to 100 in a matter of seconds. He stared her right in the eye as he shifted and he kept going. He wasn't looking at the road. Just at her. Than making sure that the road was empty he did something that would test her medication. Letting his hand fall quickly to the E brake the racer pulled on it, than he turned his wheel hard and spun the car around. He let the E brake go and slammed the car into reverse hitting 60 backwards incredibly fast, than a few seconds later he hit the cars regular brakes and spun the car again this time slamming it into 2rd to cruise at about 80. He chuckled and looked over at the girl next to him. "This car might be some though....think you can prove it wrong?" It was a straight up challenge. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 01:59:28</strong>
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				So the man wanted to get laid… Even if the thought wasn’t at the forefront of David’s mind he was doing the same thing idiotic thing as the other main he just labeled an idiot… all because she put her hand on his thigh. She had to admit she liked the speed. And though it was but a simple thick, she would have liked to believe there was something magical as they stared at each other while racing down the road at 100+ mph. Both of them could still see the road, she knew how it worked. But still on a scale to 10 this man was an 11… the grin on her face and dare in her eyes weren’t going to go away anytime soon. Or so she thought a second too early…<br><br>There had not been enough time for the medicine to fully kick in. As his hand when down her finders dug into his leg and the other on the hand rest of the door. The red head closed her eyes and hung on, not daring to look at the scenery pass them by at dizzying speeds while her body felt like it was on a roller coaster. She was slammed by so many sensations, her body and mind was totally confused. The force of the spin put her into vertigo. She felt sick and couldn’t even tell in which direction, left or right, that the car had turned when it 180d. But she also felt exhilarated. Her heart was thumping at a rapid pace, her energy had spiked and she had a strange giddiness. There was even a tight heat in her groin. <br><br>And then he turned the car again. She whimpered and cursed as the nausea from the vertigo over whelmed everything else. Sabra leaned her head back against the head rest and tried to settle herself by breathing. She could not get sick. She would not allow herself to get sick and she sure as hell didn’t want anyone knowing that she got motion sick. There were many things that she did before she left for Paris that she wanted to continue now that she was back. Racing on the local tracks was one of them, but most of those men considered her a daughter or a sister. They wouldn’t let her behind the wheel of a race car if it were even a rumor. <br><br>“Nice” She said with a smile that for the moment she didn’t feel. Her eyes were still closed and she still had a death grip on his leg. “But if you think that will gain you a piece of ass, you better hope the car will give it up because I could do that trick myself when I was 15.” She finally opened her eyes and gave him a wink; then an apologetic look as she realized how tight she was holding his leg. She didn’t say she was sorry, but rubbed the spot that had to be a little sore now. It was probably going to be 15 minutes or so before she felt ok again, but she was having fun and despite all, that showed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 12:04:11</strong>
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				She made only one error in her little speech, Any showman never let a comment like that slide. "Hold on to your seatbelt...and lunch....." Some things car were simply not meant to do. They looked cool but were dangerous as hell to do. Gunning the 429 engine under the hood the mustang leapt forward under it's masters command, he started off fairly simple, doing a soft burnout to warm up the tires. <br><br>Than he tapped the brakes and turned the wheel, a second later gunning the engine. She'd get to watch the freeway ahead of them come at about 60 miles per hour as he drifted sideways. She could hear the roar of the engine and the squeal of the tires as they tried desperately to get grip on the road. But the powerful engine kept the burnout up easy enough......than it got really wild. <br><br>Muscle cars were known for having horrid handling, had to do with the huge engines under the hood which gave them nominal weight displacment issues. However being heavy in the front meant the read end would swing like a bitch given the chance. And over the next few minutes David let that happen. A lot, Any person following his treadmarks would have a very hard time figuring out how the hell he hadn't crashed. And if she had thought what he had done earlier was hard on her stomach this would be insanely hard....and when he finally finished he gave her a look that said. "Wanna say that again?" No man, much less a racer liked to be showed up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 00:40:47</strong>
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				Had he only waited 30 minutes to start doing his tricks she would have been laughing and screaming and encouraging him on. But all Sabra wanted to do at the moment was put her head in his lap and have him stroke her hair. Instead she whipped her hair up into a bun to keep her neck cooler and she cracked the window to allow the wind to blow on her face. Though she had not known specifically what he was going to do, she could tell by his handling of the car that it was going to be a tricky and rough ride. <br><br>When they started to slide, she looked in the direction the were moving and forced herself to breath even. She made it through that event with a fair amount of grace and even somewhat enjoyed it. But there was nothing that could save her s the car swayed from side to side as the rear tires fought for traction. She closed her eyes and pressed a hand to the bridge of her nose. Her other hand when to press on her stomach. At least she could blame this on just eating and she managed to keep a pained expression from her face. He hadn’t seem to notice that she had her eyes closed during most of his shenanigans anyway. <br><br>He would notice now. That cocky look David’s face was never seen. Sabra’s eyes were still closed and she looked like she was trying to compose herself. But he might also notice the elegant line of her long neck or the way her breast rose and fell as she breathed. “18” She spoke with her eyes closed, but opened them a moment after. A smile formed on her now very pale face. “You’re an awesome driver, perhaps even as good as me.” She teased. “But you’re going to have to accept the fact that if you want to nail me in the back seat you will have to convince me the old fashion way by kissing me senseless and trying to sneak your hand under my shirt.” It was odd how he could work for Lizzie yet seem to have no knowledge of her at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 05:37:21</strong>
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				He shakes his head and decides not to do something stupid that may or may not get him in some serious trouble. Most other tricks he could pull off involved getting within inches of other cars proving he knew his vehicle very well. But was dangerous as hell and depended on the other driver not to panic...which wasn't all that likely. Although when she told him how he might get into her pants he chuckled. "There is no try..." He mumbled as he accelerated to 80 and took the next exit, heading up into a semi-secluded grove that was quite a well know area. The owners of the grove were rarely home and the cops never went on the property unless somebody called a complaint in. <br><br>So he pulled under the trees and shut off the engine. "Let's see about that kissing huh?" After seeing her seatbelt was off the race put his hand into her hair and got a firm hold, pulling her over for quite a intense french kiis. She'd feel her head pushed into the side of her seat and his free hand indeed slipping into her shirt to grasp one of her breasts. His fingers nimble manipulating her nipple....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>15-02-2007, 04:39:21</strong>
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				The kind of driving that he was thinking about, wouldn’t have bothered her as long as they were going semi straight. Now that speed was his only trick, her body seem to calm down… with the exception of that light itch his driving had created at the juncture of her legs. Sabra relaxed into the seat and her smile lost the forced look to it, though her blue eyes had not quite lost their dullness caused by the nausea. <br><br>She laughed herself at his comment and knew by the exit number the exact place they were going. Leave it to a racer to rush to the finish line… The artist was going to give it up and they both knew it. It didn’t support the comment she had made the night before about not being easy, but she found that she didn’t want to worry about anything at the moment. David was fun and sexy as hell.<br><br>Sexy as hell might have been an understatement. The red head didn’t expect him to grab her as soon as she cleared her seat belt. But he had a hand full of her silky hair so she had no choice but to follow. The kiss was felt with every cell of her body. She whimpered and sank into the kiss; her body now pinned to the seat. The man could kiss like he drove and he drove her quickly to distraction. Sabra didn’t even think about the threat to her breasts until he had one of her firm globes in his hand. Pyro might be surprised to feel a barbell going through that taunt peak; she couldn’t refrain from moaning as the pleasure of his touch spread warmly through out her chest. <br><br>Sabra returned his kiss; her tongue sliding around his and her lips massaging back, but with slightly less pressure. Since he was rushing, she felt no reason to take it slow either. After pulling at his t-shirt to untuck it, her hands were all over his chest. Light fingers traced over those tight contours muscles heading up and then back down. She gave one thought to hoping he set the parking brake and then the thought was gone… Replaced entirely by a man who’s kiss was a fiery as his nickname. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 06:05:18</strong>
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				The kiss was as intense as the driving the man seemed to do so well, it was enough to make her wonder if he failed at anything he put his mind to. His fingers on her nipple seemed to relish the metal bar. And he attacked it with a vengance, pulling on it and otherwise abusing the flesh around it. His mouth seemingly devoured hers as he made her fairly swallow his tongue. To say he wasn't aggressive would be a joke. <br><br>Breaking the kiss and the fondling he quickly lost his shirt and threw it to the floor, he helped her remove hers and pulled her back into the more comfy rear seats. He than resumed kissing and fondling her, his hard groin strained against his black jeans and she'd feel it bump into her a few times as he handled her in the back seat. And he did "handle" her. She'd feel that everything she did seemed to be a extension of a movement from him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 03:10:50</strong>
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				Sabra would have never doubted that David never failed at doing or getting what he wanted. She had known it from the moment he showed up on the dance floor, a total stranger daring to enter her space.&nbsp; Perhaps it wasn’t true anymore but she still thought of herself as the princess of racing that her father raised her to be and he obviously had the resume to validate her interest.<br><br>Driving, kissing and just thinking about experiencing sex with him sober would have been enough to get her engine warm. But his hot hands and scorching kiss had her body temperature raging. She gladly swallowed his tongue and arched her back to push that abused nipple into his kneading hand.<br><br>The tattooed beauty did make a sound of protest when he broke the kiss, but quickly had a smile on her face when he took off his shirt. Damn what she had missed last night when he took her from behind. When he went for her shirt she raised her hands and let him pull the shirt off. He would be able to see that both of her beautiful orbs where tipped with pierced peaks. Counting her ears, the ones around her mouth, nipples and her belly her piercings totaled 12. <br><br>She squealed as he pulled her into the back seat. Not that it took much strength to move her light frame, but damn she loved his arms. And she loved the way his hands seemed to be all over her as hers were over him as they kissed. Her hands didn’t want to leave the contours of his well defined chest, but she didn’t want to ignore that bulge that pressed into her. The woman straddled the young buck, sliding her hips as far forward as possible. Now was the time for her to show some of her personal specialty… slowly, she undulated her groin against his. Giving the thinness of her pants and the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them meant that she not only felt the stiffness of his manhood, but the texture of his jeans as well… She shivered in his arms.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 09:57:53</strong>
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				He growled as she straddled him, her groin stimulating his manhood in a pleasant, and at the moment painful way. Anything that made him harder under the tight jeans was......almost unwelcome. And her movements against him didn't help much...."As Much as I like lapdances perhaps next time I can wear something a tad more loose...." He shook his head and made her stop, but only long enough to pull off his pants in boxers. <br><br>After that she could do as she wanted, for the moment he pulled a pierced peak into his mouth and started to suck, the metallic taste was interesting along with the taste of her skin, and he reveled in it. His hands moved to her ass and he squeezed the flesh through the pants material. She'd have to remove that when she got aroused enough....for now his issues with clothes were through....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>03-03-2007, 17:10:24</strong>
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				The red head raised and eyebrow and laughed as she was lifted off the racer’s lap and sat on the other side of the seat. He was that hard already? It made her wonder for a moment if he were hard for her or just the prospect of being laid. “Oh poor baby.” She teased. Did it really matter at this instant why he was so hard? She knew what that cock felt like and it would feel good in her again. Her sex contracted at the thought of having him pumping into her the way he had last night and the thin pants were a little damp at her juncture as she was not wearing panties. <br><br>When David stripped out of his pants and boxers, Sabra whistled in approval. His body was everything it had promised to be and just looking at his masculine beauty put her miles closer to her own finish line. As he came to claim her taunt pierced nipple she wrapped her long slender fingers around his manhood and lightly stroked him. It was more for her to get a feel of his velvet skin that covered his extreme hardness than his pleasure.&nbsp; But as he sucked on her sensitive peak with abandon she was lost to him completely. Her fingers tightened around his shaft and stroked him firmly, her thumb circling his head on every up stroke. Her other hand went to his hair and held him to her breasts and her hips lifted to trap his heavy sex between her body and her hand. “Oh God.” She gasped, her voice laden with her arousal. There was defiantly nothing babyish about this man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 18:57:15</strong>
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				The driver was certainly as hard as he got, and her firm stroking was not helping in the regard. She could feel the moisture at the edge of his cock and also how it trembled as she pleasured him. He was as aroused as Aroused got. But he was not letting her have all the fun in that regard, His mouth over her nipple was powerful, dominant, and quite pushy. That taunt peak was not left alone, and when he had pacified one nipple into submission his mouth moved to the other, and he was sure to use his teeth to pull on her piercing once or twice....<br><br>He felt her lift into him and he groaned into her chest, his free hand moved down her smooth stomach and worked to loosen her pants just enough to let his hand slip inside. Than he started to finger the girl who was on his lap. And he proved he knew his way inside a girls body as well as out, for he wasted no time to push against her G-spot or to rub her clit. He rubbed it hard and wantonly wanting her to beg for his cock, he liked it when girls got needy in sex, made him feel powerful...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>11-03-2007, 03:42:05</strong>
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				Sabra would never confess to being the needy type. Though she was, it was just never apparent for her to see. Her father had spoiled her… filled every need before she realize what it was. Even though a year had passed she had yet to figure out why she was struggling so much, what she attributed to just missing her father was also missing the way he had made her feel… like she was the most special person on the earth. This of course was no where near her mode of thinking.<br><br>The artist couldn’t think… only feel… and by the aggressive way this man sucked on her sensitive peaks she was well on her way to over heating; crying out a moan every time he pulled a piercing. Then his hand slipped down her pants… it wasn’t difficult, a tug on the drawstring that held it precariously onto her hips and he was in for this goal. How she managed to keep stroking David’s hard shaft through all of this she didn’t know… but she didn’t want to be stroking him anymore…<br><br>“David stop.” It was evident by the tone in her voice she didn’t really want to say those two words, but they were required. Her hand left his hick erection and his hair and moved to the hem of her pants. Even though she didn’t require much room to get out of them, she couldn’t do it while he held her and she didn’t want to risk bumping anything important. Once he let her go, it only took a second as she slid the baggy garment down her legs and off her feet. Clothing was no longer an issue for the tattooed red head. <br><br>“God now fuck me. Please.” She reached for his jutting member and began to stroke it again, waiting the few seconds it would take for him to decide where he wanted her. She didn’t care what position they took as long as he filled her like he did last night.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-03-2007, 08:45:04</strong>
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				David meanwhile was far more controlled than he'd been the other night. A aggressive but very attentive lover. passionate too....his mouth knew how to work her nipples and did so with a precision that was frightening. And his hand, it moved within her with a ease too. As if it were the key to her lock, finding every place to touch and caress into submission. He smiled darkly as she told him to stop, and possibly to her surprise he did. Backing off and pulling his hand back.<br><br>As he followed her actions with his eyes he felt his heart jump. Her body was damn sexy, piercings weren't his thing. But she still had a killer bod, when she asked him to fuck him and started to stroke him he let her have a darn wicked grin. "I suppose what you said was better than pretty please, or worse. Depends how you look at it." He gave her a lusty chuckle and pushed her down on the leather seat. He positioned himself over her and with her to guide him...well, she knew where she wanted him.<br><br>His thrust into her was powerful and as confident as it had been the night before, but now it was more controlled, more precise. It wasn't the raw druken power he'd had the night before, like that of a animal. This was the thrusts of a man who was like a machine, Powerful, smooth and controlled. A powerful combination if their ever was one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 03:15:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though she was concerned about what other people thought about her looks, Sabra only decorated her body for herself. Of course she had heard that piercings made the area more sensitive to sexual stimulation… she’d have to trust the rumors on that one because she had them done before she lost her virginity. But it had been most evident when she quickly burst into flames that David knew her mechanics regardless of their aid.<br><br>As he pushed her back in the seat, she wrapped her legs around him and guided him to her sex, thrusting herself upon him as he thrust into her. “Pretty please.” She moaned as her eyes closed just so she could enjoy the sensation of him filling her completely. <br><br>While the man was a machine… and the lady totally appreciated it… she was completely passionate. With every thrust she made a soft sound of pleasure. Her hands covered every inch of skin they could reach at random, her nails lightly dragging across his skin. She matched him thrust for thrust as he imbedded himself deep in her tight channel. The closer she got to that impending climax the louder her moans and the tighter her grip. “Pretty please.” She begged again, tightening her legs around him. She wanted him to keep driving her like he was and she didn’t want the ride to end.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 07:20:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man heard her cries, her pleas. And she'd find him more than willing to comply with her requests. And just like a good engine his mechanics came with the right sound effects. With every thrust into her she'd hear a soft grunt, letting her know he was working for what he was doing. And than the little gasps as he felt the shocks of pleasure her tight sex provided him. He placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on the rear seat giving him plenty of leverage to full her.<br><br>Her hands traveling around his skin were hardly felt as he heated up, as he drove closer and closer to his own orgasm. He liked his girls to have at least two for his one. So he bit his tongue a bit to let the pain dull the pleasure. He was a selfless and a good lover. Just liked how he raced. He'd throw a race for his car, but he would damn well try his hardest. He rotated his hips ever so slightly, wanting her to hit the redline...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Need For Speed (Most Wanted)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>18-03-2007, 02:54:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The champion might need to grow accustomed to the fact that the girl beneath him was going to be a challenge for him in many different ways. For the moment it was her tight warm sex gripping and quivering around his piston in the foreshadowing of her orgasm. It was perhaps a minute, more or less, before the checkered flag was lowered and waved about. <br><br>Sabra cried out David’s name several times as her orgasm washed over her. Her hands had found his muscular forearms and her fingers dug into his flesh for leverage. Her inner body seemed to combust and explode around him, seducing him to the finish with her. Her hips lifted into his strokes of its own accord seeking to prolong the most intense pleasure she had ever felt in her life. God if he was like this every time he won a race she would get ‘first place’ tattooed under her bikini line with ‘Pyro’ underneath it.&nbsp; 
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