Chapter Four
Margot did take a nap after her shower.
She was emotionally exhausted from recent events.
She suffered from jetlag. She wished she could blame jetlag for her actions with Queen Muunu.
And she did not want to go downstairs and interact with Journee yet. Not yet. She needed to put what she saw out of her head. She also needed to put what she did that morning, with Queen Muunu, out of her head.
She tried, but it was near impossible to get either of them out of her head. She could only get past of one line of thought by thinking about the other one. It was like playing whack-a-mole in her head.
She couldn’t get it out of her head, so the next best thing was to sleep an hour or two. Maybe her mental reset switch would get flicked while she slept.
There was one more reason to nap, to take that sleeping slow-motion time machine into the future of when she woke up.
She really wanted to masturbate!
But it was too weird, too inappropriate, to masturbate after peeping at her daughter acting like a one-slut outdoor show. But, even if she hadn’t seen her daughter, it would still be inappropriate to masturbate today. At least for today.
She’d already had an orgasm at the palace, one she should not have had. To go for another so soon after the one she had with Queen Muunu – from Queen Muunu – would make it seem like… like she liked orgasms… from an Earth goddess-shaped African Queen while her tummy was full of the African Queen’s breast milk.
Really not a good thing to masturbate to.
Unless she wanted another big orgasm….
Which she didn’t!
Thus, the nap. It was a nice delay of game and refresher, at the least. She couldn’t masturbate while napping!
Her stressed tiredness allowed her to fall asleep despite her horniness and troubled thoughts.
She woke up at a knock on her bedroom door.
“Mom? Mom, sorry to wake you if you’re napping! That Zurica woman and Deja are back and want to talk to us.”
“Ah, what? What about?”
“I don’t know.”
Margot threw on a hot climate-friendly outfit – loose white shorts and a sleeveless top – and joined Journee in the upstairs hallway.
She said, “This jetlag has me reeling.”
“Yeah, me, too. I don’t feel like myself.”
Margot hoped Journee didn’t feel like herself! And also wasn’t acting like herself. If only that were true. Then it would mean this was just one off day of near-public masturbation and pussy juice licking by her daughter!
Journee leaned forward and added in a whisper, “I really do not like that Zurica bitch. I know, I know, different cultures and all that, but she’s so arrogant. I told her you were sleeping, and she ordered me – really, it was like an order – to wake you up anyway. She said she had no time for American laziness.”
“You’re right, Journee. She’s terrible! They shouldn’t have her working with diplomats. They should have someone diplomatic.”
“Right! She made us kneel in the fucking airport!”
“Watch your language, Journee, and keep it down. We’ll be judged constantly here and probably not fairly most of the time. But you are right. We just have to put up with certain things. For America!”
Journee glowered, “Yeah, but she insulted America with that laziness comment.”
“We’ll just have to prove her wrong. We know the truth anyway. We’re the seventh hardest working nation in the world. Not too bad considering there are one hundred and ninety-five countries.”
Journee smiled a little, “Yeah, but Poland beat us.”
Margot was trying to figure out why Zurica acted the way she did, “You know, she might be trying to upset us just to mess with the diplomatic mission. Maybe different Rambikkuns have differing agendas. So the best way to stick it to her is to smile and act like nothing is getting to us.”
Journee nodded, “Yeah, okay, I get it. But, Mom, I think she will want us to kneel to her again!”
“We did it in a busy airport. At least now we can do it in the privacy of our home.”
“It doesn’t feel like a home. It’s like a jail. It’s like those spear-toting guards are here to keep us inside, not for safety at all.”
“No, it isn’t like that, Journee. America is powerful economically and militarily, and influential also. They know that. I bet most Rambikkuns want a deal with America over any other country. It might already be decided and they’re just going through the motions.”
“A deal for what?”
Whoops. Margot had forgotten she hadn’t yet told Journee about Rambikku’s “greatest natural resource.”
“I’ll tell you some other time. It’s… politics. Every country has something to offer the world. We better get downstairs.”
“Well, let’s get this over with.”
Journee led the way down the long hall and the long winding staircase. It was like a spiral staircase on steroids, wide and strong, made from marble. The Ambassador’s Residence felt like a palace.
Luckily, they didn’t look wet. They were made from that swimsuit material that did not show wetness. Based on what Margot saw earlier, they would show wetness if they could show wetness.
Journee knew she would probably have to kneel to that arrogant bitch, Zurica, and she planned to do it wearing those bikini bottoms?
For a second, Margot had a wild thought that she should make sure to kneel behind her daughter. In order to… see her daughter kneel while wearing so little below the waist…?
Margot shook her head hard. Fucking jetlag!
Margot picked up speed and got ahead of Journee. The staircase was wide enough for four people walking shoulder-to-shoulder. Hell, it was wide enough for a goddamn chariot!
Margot wanted to take the lead and take the brunt of any humiliation Zurica wanted to heap on them.
And, no matter that urge just seconds ago, she did not want to kneel behind her daughter and take in the sights!
Zurica and Deja were just inside the front door. Zurica looked as imperious as she had at the airport.
But there was also a new look in her eyes when she looked at Margot.
Had Zurica heard Margot drank milk from the Queen’s tits? Or did Zurica only suspect it? Or was there a new look at all? Maybe it was all in Margot’s mind.
Margot was crazy with worry that Journee would find out. One thing was sure. Margot could never do that again. No more breastfeeding! Hopefully, Queen Muunu would never want that again, but if she did, Margot would tell her she only did it once as a sign of respect toward Rambikkun “tradition.”
That’s it. That one time. That should be plenty to show respect. From now on, Margot expected – would demand -- to be treated honorably and appropriately like she should be as the diplomat of the most advanced and most powerful country on the planet!
Zurica brusquely demanded, “Americans! Kneel before the superior in your presence!”
Zurica’s voice was so demanding and so commanding. Margot knelt fast and hard.
More slowly and gracefully, Journee knelt at her side but a little behind her.
Zurica looked them up and down.
Margot wondered what the proper length of time was for kneeling. She’d have to ask around. You couldn’t look that kind of thing up on the internet!
After four seconds, she started to get up.
“Stop that!” Zurica yelled.
Margot knelt back down, feeling embarrassed. Embarrassment on top of embarrassment. She was already embarrassed from the kneeling, and now this made it worse. She didn’t know what she was doing, and now she was in trouble over something simple and right in front of her daughter, too!
Margot felt resentment towards Deja, for no good reason. Deja just stood there. She hadn’t said a word.
Then again, Deja seemed different. Was it only because of Margot’s perspective, having to look upward at Deja?
Deja’s chin did seem higher than usual, poking forward and up arrogantly. Or was that an optical illusion based on Margot’s perspective?
But Deja’s eyes….
Behind her thick glasses, Deja’s usually warm brown eyes held a narrowed hardness Margot had never seen from her before.
Zurica explained, “Arrogant Americans who silently cry out their need for greater humility, I will explain. I am a high official of Rambikku. Each day, you will kneel only once to me unless I require more. I could have you kneel each time you enter my presence or even the entire time you are in my presence. But I will not require that. For now. Kneel the first time only unless I require more. Then remain kneeling until I bid you arise. To help you learn proper kneeling and proper humility, I will inspect your kneeling postures each time and help you to do better.”
That all sounded… really shitty!
For God’s sake, like they didn’t know how to kneel! In fact, Margot was raised Catholic. Catholics were the best damn kneelers in the world. They practiced every Sunday.
Zurica walked around them. She almost stalked around them. She peered down at them. She stood behind them.
Margot did not like this. At all. This was total bullshit.
It felt so humiliating!
Was Zurica looking at Journee’s scantily clad rear end?
Margot twisted her neck to track Zurica and saw Zurica was indeed looking lower down than the back of their heads.
Zurica did not appreciate Margot’s movement, “No! Do not turn head, American! Face to front! You do not need to see me. I need to look at you. You, also, younger American. Face forward, or I will punish you.”
Punish Journee!?!
Zurica had gone too far!
“Look—”
“I already look. You Americans look forward. Also, do not look up. You may look forward at the legs of your superiors or downward at the floor. No one has any need for eye contact from Americans. We get enough of American eyes in constant movies from Hollywood.”
Oh. They watched American movies in Rambikku.
Margot tried again, “I just want to take this moment to correct you. You said something about punishing Journee. No, you will not. We Americans take care of our own discipline, and we decide what is wrong and what requires punishment. That’s a… um… that’s an internal American embassy matter.”
Zurica produced a short, scoffing laugh, “You are in Rambikku, and Rambikkuns take care of all punishments in Rambikku. We decide, and we administer.”
“Well, there is something called diplomatic immunity, so—”
“No. Not here. I am familiar with that term and have only scorn for it. You will be treated like others here, not special. Americans always think they should be treated special, and American diplomats must display the worst of that attitude with this additional diplomatic immunity they claim. I will ignore both the attitude and the expectation of immunity. If you do not like that, then you Americans can go back to America. Rambikkuns will make a deal with someone else.”
There was no way Margot could go back to America yet. America was counting on her!
She had to stay though she wished she could leave.
Oh well, there went diplomatic immunity!
Zurica said, “Perhaps the mother American would like to be punished due to insolence?”
“Ah, no, that isn’t it at all. Look, I’m sorry. I’m just finding my feet here.”
A poor choice of words considering she was on her knees!
“Make sure you find your knees, American.”
“Yes. I mean… yes, okay. Hey, I’ll tell you what, if my daughter ever needs punishment – she won’t because she’s a good girl – then punish me in her stead.”
“Perhaps. I believe there will be opportunities to punish each of you repeatedly. You are arrogant Americans, so you will afford many opportunities. For this kneeling occasion, I will punish you for any transgressions by your daughter. That way, your daughter can watch and learn.”