Short Stories

The Game of Love

As I look over across the checker floor, I see on the other side, my biggest rival, but also my best companion, or my soon to be companion.

In the background I can hear the rhythm penetrate my very soul, I hear this tune all the time, and I love it... click- tk tk tk, click-tk tk, click.

Always the same beats but always a different duration, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

And then I see him, standing tall dark and handsome, smooth, strong and noble, hovering over his creed, all are considered family.

The bright lights shine off him, giving a small hue of shadow to his crew.

I want to approach him but I don't know how, im a sophisticated woman and I need a plan, I need a strategy, I can’t just go straight up to him.

My girls are gathered around all waiting, willing and able to help me out.

I am queen of my family and he is king of his, we were meant to be together to rule across the board, but fate has separated us, but don't think this is a tale like of that of Romeo and Juliet, cause that it is not.

But I too am a woman of the new millennium, the start of a stronger and better generation; it is the time of the women.

I love to dominate, I have to dominate, I am full of white purity, but the core of me is hot and kinky, and latex covered, all I need is my cat of nine lashes.

I begin to step towards him, as I do so his crew quickly spread out to stop me, they think im bad news, they fear the safety of their king, and maybe for good reason.

My girls counter react, moving out to hit some steps with his posse.

The closer we get to each other, the more frenzied things get.

His henchmen moving about trying to stop me and my ladies, the beat in the back begins to get faster and faster, heavier and heavier as if it is following my conquest.

I can feel the base as it pulses through me, every time my heartbeats harder and harder, it will not be out done.

Thump thump.... Thump thump....Boom tk tk, Boom tk tk.

My girls groove to the move trying to show up his boys, they begin to fight for their own square now, to stake a claim of their own. They start having problems of their own, and get to preoccupied to even think about worrying about their king, their main man.

They begin to forget the issue at hand, me and my king or rather my slave; after all I am going to make him my bitch.

Things get hot and sweaty, as I glance up at my soon to be king, I see his eyes, looking deeply at me, almost in me.

He looks unshaken, secure, he's not scared of me, but as I watch the bead of sweat trickle down his head and burn into his eye, I call his bluff and move forward.

I move quickly and steadily, closer, and closer, moving 10 steps at a time, he reacts swiftly but calmly, as he moves away one step at a time feeling confident that his boys will stand in my way.

But as they approach I hover over them, giving them the feeling of enslavement, with my beauty and grace, they find it hard to stand in my way.

As I get closer, I see more and more of his men, I look around to find my girls unsure of my position, I may need to summon for their help.

I quickly notice that my girls are quickly departing falling for those of his creed, as they depart with his boys in toe.

They appear victories with the task of separating my womanly cult, but my ladies are just as successful.

For every woman of mine has taken a man of his, so we continue to stand as equals, we always have and always will, till the end that is.

We are simply in smaller numbers, but a group we will be no matter how few the numbers.

As I make it deeper into his circle, I face the smarter of his hood, some consider them self's as a knight for their outrages tactics and movements, others call themselves a castle for their brutal strength and forward attacks.

As I continue to dance around the floor with his posse, I begin to wear them out as they fall out of lead, I push them off, sending them packing, to go sit out with their fellow members.

How dare they challenge me, im like the dancing queen, I play with these boys, setting them up for a great defeat, forcing them to focus on me, while my girl comes from behind to invade his corner.

I use his men like they were ponds of my own, toying with them, they challenge me, but compared to me they are as equal as a 3 year old boy trying to make it to the potty before its too late, and I refuse to help them with their zipper.

The only zipper I'll be playing with is my soon to be king, and his zipper will be going down.

Soon im closer then ever there is no way of escaping me now; he would need the help of a bishop to help him out now.

But my maidens of delight have already pulled him away to show him how great the other side can be... with sinful delights and permiscuise sex.

If it wasn't for his focused attention on his lap dance he might have been given at least his prayers.

I move in to take him out, to put a leash on, to make him whimper to make him mine, to hear him wine, he moves wisely, but not quickly enough.

He needs his family to gather again, to keep a ring of protection, but that is no longer an option, foolishly his boys that they could out sweat my ladies, but they own this floor, they too can mop the floor with you boys.

Few remain on the floor, while I take the spotlight with my king in what is turning out to be our kingdom.

My girls stay back letting me take the spot while I give it all I got, I bust a move, no one knows what im gonna bust out, his boys stand back in my awesome performance.

After a short lived chase of cat and mouse, thy king gives up, knowing all to well that he has lost this one.

If he is as noble a king as he appears, then he will use this as a stepping stone to better prepare himself for the future.

But now he is mine, we have gone through this before, each time he gets away unexpectedly, and I return to the floor to hunt him down.

It is this time, that I hear the voices from the heavens, I do not know if the others hear the voices as well, it is if I am special, as if I have a sixth sense, but it only makes sense because after all I am women, I know you hear me roar.

The voices come and I hear them laugh, they laugh at the humiliation of thy kings failure, his lose yet again, I am victories, winner yet again.

I feel in my heart that their is something great out their, something in the heavens, I wonder if maybe im just a game piece to the gods, they use me to amuse themselves.

But no matter, for the god which I work for, is always the winner, which in turn makes me a winner, no other god can step up to him, this is why their king, always finishes with his head down for he is once again my bitch.

From the sky’s their is always one term that I hear, I do not know what it is, or what it means, but it strikes my curiosity, for it is the only word that they use that I do not understand, and this word is............. Chess.

So perhaps I am a game, to them, to you, perhaps we are all a game, but who can really tell..... are we all just pieces of their enjoyment, me the queen, my slave the king, my girls, his knights, his higharchy of priests, our ponds?