White Queen E4 to E1

The gasps from every side of the room echoed through the building. Even the live audience members could be heard through their glass viewing areas.

The white queen walked over to the newly promoted black queen

“This will all be over in a second.” She said has she hiked up her dress.

“Just bend over, take me and I’ll be as quick as I can to spare you the embarrassment.

He nodded and turned, his hoopskirt gown popping up.

She lined up and took him, deep inside.

At this point, a clammer of feet running from the catwalks above could be heard. Out from the shadows, two women approached.

“Got you, you sissy bastard!” One of them yelled. The former pawn recognized them. They were his ex wife and her sister.

They had their phones out… and were filming all this.

“SECURITY!” The Black king bellowed “Get them out of here.”

“Sorry, Bob, we can’t” the staff member on the side of board said “they paid for this…”

“You’re telling me they spent all that money just to humiliate him?”

“This operation is all about sex, after all.”

His mind was still trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

“You’re gonna be paying through the nose, you like slut” the one woman said.

The white queen met her promise and came quickly.

“You two are assholes.” She said to them.

“No… pretty sure he is, as you just proved.”

A man walked out from the shadows. He was an older, black gentleman with a beard.

“You two are the cause of why this game has gone off the rails?” He asked.

“Who are you, grandpa?” The woman asked rudely.

“I happen to be Fredrick Grant, co-founder of this club. When I approved your play time I was under the impression that you two had made a large donation to our charity fund for the Childrens Hospital… I just got off the phone with their CFO. your check bounced higher than a rubber ball on the moon…”

“Worth it to humiliate him…” the ex-wife yelled “I wasn’t enough for you?”

“I’ve only done this a few times to make my payments to you… you worthless…”

“April, please take care of him.” Mr. Grant said as she scooped up his broken form and led him to the sidelines.

“Now… considering the two of you are only here by fraud… I will be calling the police and reporting you. This game is a draw and you are banned from ever setting foot on Living Chess property ever again.”

He motioned for the guards to take them away.

As they do so, he pulled a microphone out his pocket.

“I’m sorry, everyone. I should have intervened sooner.” He said “when we started this company, it was to embrace a new kind of performance art… and to be honest, this little branch of our operation was an afterthought, though a lucrative one.”

He sighed “we built our business with a mindset of responsibility towards those who work for us, be it for a day or for our full timers like the Black King, and of course our two lovely Queens… I’m sorry this ended this way but…”

“Actually… I have a suggestion…” The white queens said.