Tamina Auva'a sat at the kitchen table nursing a hangover. Her head was in her hands and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on stopping the pain. The hangover wasn't the only pain she was battling, though. Something happened last night, something she never dared dream, and now that it had, there was no going back. She had fixed herself a bowl of ice cream in an effort to make herself feel better, yet it remained in front of her, untouched for the past twenty minutes, more cream than frozen. She picked up the spoon, but dropped it immediately for the umpteenth time as she thought to herself,
What am I going to do
? At that moment her mother, Lelei, walked in through the kitchen door. One look at Tamina was all Lelei needed to say, "You look terrible, daughter. Drunk, yes, but distressed as well."
Tamina slowly looked up, took a deep breath, then said, "I made a most grievous error last night, mother. One I am ashamed of and must pay heavily for."
Lelei sat across from her daughter and said, "Tell me of this error, then tell me how I can help."
Tamina laughed. "You will not be able to help me out of this one, mother."
"Tell me anyway," Lelei petitioned her daughter. "I may yet surprise you."
Tamina sat there silent for almost four minutes. Lelei never said a word as she understood that whatever the case may be, it must be serious in nature, therefore she would allow her daughter all the time she needed to unburden herself. Finally, Tamina spoke. "I went out drinking last night with the girls." Lelei immediately understood this to mean Robyn, Kelly, and Elizabeth, Tamina's friends from work. "It was Trivial Pursuit night at the bar, and, of course, we won, like we most always do. As we were collecting our prize of two hundred dollars, this Deb comes in with her friends and starts shouting that we'd better be glad she wasn't present or she would have beaten us all. Of course, Robyn jumped up in their faces and told them that they wouldn't stand a chance against us, and that is when the leader of their group issued a challenge. She wanted a one-on-one with our best player, and she even said that she would allow us to pick the topic. Like a fool, I rushed in. I told her she was on, and the topic would be comic books."
"This was very wise, Tamina, seeing as to how you have always had a love for them."
"Yes, you would think," Tamina agreed to a certain point, "but then the Deb added a stipulation. If I answered correctly, she had to take a shot of Goldschlager, and if she answered correctly, then I would. This, she said, was to make the event increasingly more difficult as time went by. Also, the loser had to pay the bar tab plus do whatever the winner said.
"We were tit for tat, mother. The questions started out simple enough, like 'When was the first appearance of this character,' or 'Name the three people who wore this particular suit," then things got more intense the more drunk we became. For four hours and thirty-seven minutes we went at it, and finally, in my drunkenness, I failed to answer correctly her query of 'In what book did Dr. Strange first appear?' I immediately answered, 'Marvel Premiere #3," and she told me I was wrong, that it was in fact Strange Tales #110, and I knew she was right."
"Daughter, I am so sorry," Lelei said as she reached out a comforting hand.
"Well, the bar tab was almost four hundred—"
"What?" Lelei screamed in disbelief.
"It was a long affair, mother. We drank so much. I am sorry for that, but that's not the worst of it. This Deb ... before she left, she gave me her address"—she held up the slip of paper it had been written on—"and told me to meet her there at eight o'clock tonight because I have to perform oral sex on her in front of her friends. She says I have to give her three orgasms."
"Why did she not just collect on this last night?" Lelei asked as she looked at the address.
"She said she was too drunk to get off, so tonight would be better," Tamina answered. Then, with desperation in her voice, "Mother, what am I going to do?"
"You could always renege," Lelei offered, "but then everyone would know your word means nothing, and your Samoan pride would suffer greatly. You could ask for something else, a different task, one not so demeaning, but that, too, would speak against your character. Perhaps ..." Lelei paused as she began to think this dilemma through. "Perhaps you ask her to make it just one-on-one, for there is no need for her friends to be there. Would you feel better doing it that way?"
"I do not wish to do it any kind of way," Tamina responded.
"I know," Lelei said. She stood, hugged her daughter, then said, "Go back upstairs and rest. Try to sleep off your hangover." Tamina did as her mother instructed.
Lelei made sure her daughter was in her room before leaving out. She made her way to her car and programmed the address she had committed to memory into the GPS, and she was on her way to the Deb's house. "What a posh neighborhood," she said to herself fifteen minutes later as she made her way through Shady Acres, an upscale community. She finally found the home—more like a mansion—parked her car, and made her way to the door. She rang the bell, and soon was greeted by the maid. "Yes, I would like to speak with—" she recalled the name that had been written on the slip of paper "—Tyffani, please."
"And whom shall I say is calling?" the aged maid asked.
"Tell her it is the loser from last night's contest. She will understand."
The maid escorted Lelei to the drawing room, then disappeared to retrieve her mistress. A few minutes later, a voice was heard before the face was even present. "Well, you must really want to eat this pussy pretty bad, showing up this early—Wait!" she exclaimed as she walked through the door. "You're not her. What's the meaning of this?"
"My name is Lelei. I am here on my daughter's behalf."
"Did she send you to talk me out of this?" Tyffani asked with a laugh. "Because if she did, then no way. Unh-uh. She lost fair and square and now she has to pay the price."
"My daughter does not know I am here," Lelei assured Tyffani. "She would not agree with it if she did know."
"So why are you here, then?"
"To ask several questions of you, the first of which being, do you not think what you ask of my daughter is too severe a punishment for losing a silly trivia game?"
"That was the rules: Winner gets whatever she wants."
"Then, why do you want this from a complete stranger? Is it to humiliate her?"
Tyffani laughed. "Do you want the truth? I'm bored. B-O-R-E-D bored. Having a complete stranger go down on me—and yes, to some degree, humiliate herself—breaks the boredom. Plus, you have to admit, an orgasm is an orgasm, regardless of from whom it may come."
"How do you know so much about comic books? Tamina has collected all her life, yet you don't seem like the type of person who would read them."
"I have an Eidetic memory," Tyffani admitted. "I see something once and it stays with me the rest of my life."
"Does that not give you an unfair advantage in your trivia games?"
"No more than someone who had read them all her life," Tyffani retorted. Then, "Look, let's get to the real reason you are here. It is not to discuss comic books. What do you want?"
"I want you to rescind your proclamation," Lelei responded. "Do not hold my daughter to this task, but tell everyone she accomplished it so that her Samoan pride remains intact."
"And what do I get out of it if I do?"
"If you do this for her, then I will fulfill her obligation to you," Lelei answered.
"Let me get this straight," Tyffani said after a moment's thought. "If I call the dogs off her then you will take her place?"
"Yes, that is my offer."
Tyffani thought about this a few seconds, then said, "No, for you would face no humiliation, and that's what it's all about." She watched as Lelei silently pleaded with her to reconsider, then an idea struck her. "Are you willing to do anything for your daughter?"
"Anything within reason," Lelei answered, but when Tyffani did not immediately respond, she amended that to, "Yes. Anything."
"Rosemary!" Tyffani shouted. Soon, the seventy-year old maid made her way into the room. "Today's your lucky day, Rosemary, for this woman wants to eat your pussy for you."
"What?" Rosemary and Lelei asked in unison.
"I doubt very seriously that you eating my pussy would humiliate you," Tyffani said to Lelei, "but to eat the pussy of this aged wretch? Yes, I think that would humiliate you just fine."
Lelei looked over at Rosemary, who was already stripped down to her panties and bra. This was nothing new to the old woman, for she had been at the receiving end of scenarios such as this for the past couple of years, when Tyffani first began her humiliation of her friends in her vendetta against boredom. Rosemary removed her bra and panties, then stretched out on the sofa, but, "No. Not like that. Get on your hands and knees, Rosemary. I think I will let this woman eat your ass for you instead."
Rosemary did as instructed, and why wouldn't she? If nothing else, Tyffani always ensured that her maid received sizeable bonuses on her birthday and at Christmas because of her service to her. She arched her back, allowing her sagging ass to blossom out.
"Now," Tyffani said to Lelei. "Eat her ass good for her. Thirty minutes nonstop, then I'll call your daughter's debt to me paid in full." Lelei moved without hesitation, such was the love she held for her daughter. She reached Rosemary and bent down, but then Tyffani said, "Remove your clothing first."
"Why?"
"Because I said so," Tyffani answered, and she waited until the Samoan woman shed her clothing, then said, "Bon Appetit." Unknown to Lelei, however, was the fact that Tyffani began filming the moment Lelei's mouth met Rosemary's ass. She moved around the room so she could get different angles, and she began rubbing her own clit as she moved around the room. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. "Lelei, lay down on the couch on your back. Rosemary, eat her pussy." She filmed the two assume their positions, then she sat her pussy on Lelei's mouth, and with no hesitation, Lelei ate Tyffani's pussy until she very quickly came.