Lisa catches it, but...

Lisa easily saw what her opponent was up to. It was the oldest trick in the book. So why couldn't she bring herself to play the counter and gain the advantage.

Lisa'a opponent sat across from her, arrogantly smirking. "Pussy Pounder" (seriously?) stood behind her making no effort to conceal a massive erection.

And Lisa felt an insane urge to intentionally misplay right into their hands. She imagined "Pussy Pounder" living up to his name in broad daylight, while the bimbo watched and gloated about how she had outsmarted Lisa.

Lisa shuddered and tried to ignore the growing wetness between her legs...