Now, why is that?
Maybe you thought that this was going to be an easy win for you.
Maybe you thought, yay, this chick is super hot.
No way she can be that good at chess too.
You miscalculated.
In any battle, never underestimate your enemies.
And now we're down to the wire, and I'm closing in on your king.
I'm very curious to see how you're going to get yourself out of this one, especially if you keep staring at my cleavage.
If you keep allowing yourself to get distracted by my warm, pale, soft tits.
You won't have enough time to organize a counterattack.
Don't hyperventilate, baby.
Or you're going to pass out.
Relax.
Just look at my tits.
Do you even have enough time to do anything?
What do you think?
Do you think you have enough time on the clock to win?
Because you just took my bishop with your king, and now he's exposed to my rook.
And yet, you still think you can conquer me?
Yes.
Conquer me.
Take me.
Do you think you have enough time on the clock to maybe lean down on the board and pretend to look at my rook?
Which is still threatening your king.
When actually you're sneaking a peek at my tits, resulting in you getting a boner in front of all of these people and me.
Yes.
Get hard for me.
Shove everything off this table and fuck me.
Please.
Do you think you have enough time on the clock to save your king and regroup your pieces?
All while under the table, I've kicked off my soft brown leather boots.
And I'm now sliding my foot over you.
Massaging your dick.
Which is now probably dripping pre-cum that is surely staining your best khaki slacks.
Oh my god.
You're getting so hard.
I love the feel of your cock against my foot.
I'm trying to unzip your fly with my toes, but I can't.
It must be so tight in there.
I feel so bad for your dick.
I think he wants to come out and play.
Hmm.
Maybe you could bring your knight and that pawn forward and set up a defense around your king.
Oh.
But no.
That wouldn't work.
You don't have time to set up something like that.
And besides, I would eradicate any defense you try to erect.
I can't believe your cock is still getting bigger.
Oh wow.
Oh wow.
Hmm.
Do you have a girlfriend?
Have you ever had a girlfriend?
I could be your girlfriend.
I have a boyfriend.
But he's not as smart as you.
I think your cock is much bigger too.
All you can do is have your king run with his tail between his legs.
There is nothing you can do.
Especially if I let out a moan and bite on my lip.
And maybe pull down my tight knit sweater just enough so you could see the top of my pink push-up bra.
And just as I wiggle my toes around the head of your cock while your balls are now aching and aching with cum.
That feels good, doesn't it?
The guy on the next board is starting to wonder why your hands are shaking.
I love touching a cock with my feet.
It's going to feel so good when you come.
Don't look at the clock, baby.
You've got plenty of time.
The fact of the matter is you don't have enough time.
You can't save your king.
You've lost.
Surrender.
Submit yourself to this queen.
And come in your pants as my foot strokes your shaft.
Do you want to come for me, sweetheart?
Your face is so tight.
Maybe you should just think about coming for me.
Why don't you just give in to me?
Focus on my foot.
On your cock.
Which is now throbbing with pleasure.
Wanting to come so uncontrollably that it leaks out onto the chair.
While your teammates all stare at your hands gripping the table.
And your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
Or maybe if you come now.
You might have enough time for your blood to flow from your cock back into your brain.
And you can move your king out of danger.
And hold out long enough for this to be a draw.
Maybe we both make it to the next round of the state semi-finals.
While your mom frantically looks at her purse for your inhaler.
Breathe.
Breathe.
That's a good boy.
Don't look now.
Mom looks so worried.
She's funny.
You'd better hurry up.
You're running out of time.
If you don't move fast, you're going to lose.
Hey.
You do have time, honey.
You do have time.
Don't worry.
In fact, you have five, four, three, two.
Oh.
I'm so sorry, baby.
Time's up.
Maybe you should go to the bathroom and finish yourself off.
Oh.
Don't feel bad.
Besides, it was mate in five moves anyway.
Bishop H5.
Book takes bishop.
Check.
Knight H3.
Knight B5.
Discovered check.
E5.
Queen takes pawn.
Check.
Bishop F4.
Queen takes bishop.
Check.
Queen G3.
Queen takes queen.
And mate.
You should have never taken that bishop.
It's been a pleasure playing with you in both manners of the sense.
Enjoy your ride home.