Hikaru Nakamura sat oppisate of the young woman grandmaster. At just eighteen she had already created a splash in the chess world, both for her cunning moves and sultry physique. She normally used her sexuality as a weapon, a tool by which to intimidate her foes and render them useless and ineffectual, but this time was different. As she sat across from him, her hair spilling across her ample bosum- the spitting image of a young Tom Selleck stood against her, and she felt a faint trembling in her thighs. She tried to focus on the game, but her thoughts just kept comming back to him-his surly biceps, his chest already covered in a manly pelt of hair. He rougishly said "Knight takes queen," and she resigned herself to him.

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