In Mary Fryer's erotic tale, a stepmom and her stepdaughter, both lesbians, engage in a seductive game of chess, their bodies as pawns in a different kind of match. The hairy, luscious women, their curves evident beneath loose clothing, lean in for passionate kisses, their tongues dueling as they plot their moves. The room grows warm, their breath heavy, as the game progresses, their bodies pressing together, hands caressing thighs and breasts, until the chessboard is forgotten, and only the wet, hungry exploration of their bodies remains.