Spelling is Kissock English
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INTRODUCTION
President Brown's daughter Chantilly disliked being jobless and socially isolated on the allegedly sun-drenched tropical island of breeze-caressed coconut palms and mile-long white-sand beaches that tourist brochures label unabashedly, 'A Romantic Dream Destination' and 'Fantasy Island Is One Credit Card Zap Away'.
Only yesterday a 7-year old runaway from school endeavouring to escape harsh discipline was hiding between 'breeze-caressed palms' and had his head split open by a falling coconut. That put the concept of breeze-caressrf coconut palms into sharper perspective.
Chantilly sniffed and wondered how could one's body become sun-drenched when the 8840 square mile island was shut down by 120 mph hurricanes? And when those frightening big blows ended, decaying fish, diesel from sunken fishing boats and the washed up huge lake of rotting sewage from the sanitation pumping station pipeline outlet two miles off the coast would for weeks if not months trash the 'mile-long white sand beaches' on the tourism-favoured northern coast.
Actually the longest beach was a mere 781-yards long and white shells crushed by tidal action gave the impression the grey sands were white. It was never stated in tourist brochures that on average sharks catch seven tourists a year or that twenty or so tourists a year die in fights, dynasty, food poisoning, any one of seven deadly fevers or are gored by a wild boar.
The brochures had pictures of green turtles but made no mention of giant and deadly spiders, or the world's most venomous sea snakes, giant bats or huge biting ants that a few years ago reputedly surrounded a copulating couple on Lulana Beach and in the morning all that was left were bones. The story never surfaced because the newspaper reporter who reputedly gathered evidence of that incident of world news status, mysteriously disappeared on her way back to her newspaper.
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Chantilly, a 23-year old with a masters in marine science, rubbed purest medical grade lanolin cream into her nipples to inhibit cracking in the corrosive climate of salt laden air, heat and the periodic drying winds off the inland desert. She, her mother and sister, spent a small fortune on skin protection that their husband/father willingly provided because of his fondness of beautiful women.
The president of the democratic-ruled nation of 260,700 people was entitled to travel abroad with his/her family every 12 months for three weeks and the Browns had just returned from Canada, their choice of country to visit this year. For Chantilly, the joy of going abroad was offset by the despair of returning to 'paradise'. She'd tried unsuccessfully to find employment in Canada that would have allowed her to stay behind but none of the interviewers, unfortunately all female, could bring themselves to recommend employment of a dazzling beauty who had no work experience and arrogantly required a high salary.
So she returned to the island and sulked, lost weight and lost her humour. She was such a pain that her father had his official motor yacht stocked with fine food, fine wine and a female hospitality crew of loose morals and invited the government's Minister of Tourism to join him to cruise away the weekend. The result was Chantilly was offered a position in London as the Republic of Kissock's tourism representative, a position usually taken by a near retiring big-wig.
Chantilly went personally to thank the ugly Minister of Tourism after signing her two-year contract, and happily allowed him to have sex with her. It was worth it, bent painfully over his desk while he toiled for twenty minutes before climaxing. Well it was a prestigious position that included an apartment above her office in High Street, Marylebone plus secure parking and a self-drive black Mercedes coupe.
CHAPTER 1
Chantilly arrived at her new home mid afternoon and that evening held a party in her office for some old friends she's made over the years when receiving her secondary and university education in London. In the report she sent back to her Ministry, her guests had fictitious names and fictitious occupations such as Mr Basil Perkins, managing director of Vacations International Inc and Miss Shelia Chessman, managing editor of Exotic Holidays Magazine.
"Oh darling how lovely to see you again," cooed Felicity d'Drum (named in the report as Miss Sheila Chessman), festooned with expensive jewellery because her father was awash with money, being a dark beer baron.
Three hours later Chantilly found Felicity being shafted on the kitchen table by the Rt Hon. Steven Wright-Higgins (named as Mr Basil Perkins), Minister of Litter Control in Her Majesty's Government. Enterprisingly, she slipped off her panties and climbed on to the table and made it a threesome.
Three of Chantilly's girlfriends stayed on to clean up the offices but then, finding themselves too tired for sex with Chantilly, they staggered off.
Chantilly was relieved about that because her butt was tender became Steven hadn't used lube. She thought that evening of drunkenness and mild debauchery ought to have re-established her on the social scene and she could now return to being a lady... well as near as she could get.
She met her staff of three in the morning. Oliver was a computer graphics and design expert who also looked after electronic communication and maintained the office's computer system.
Young Mavis made tea and looked after the mail and courier deliveries/collections and did things no one else wanted to do.
Elegant Ivy was Chantilly's PA.
"What do I do?" Chantilly asked.
"Your hair and nails, answer the calls I put through to you and attend luncheons and return to the office in time to leave for the day."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Well that's what your predecessor did before he was recently recalled and as did the woman before him."
"And what do you do Ivy?"
"Everything you are supposed to do in respect of administration. You have to host dignitaries and plan the marketing of any promotion the Ministry sends us in a Diplomatic bag.
Chantilly yawned and said she liked it and Ivy said she thought Chantilly would.
"Doesn't this office originate promotions to publicized Kissock's tourism potential?"
"No."
"And why not?"
"Because it's never been done."
That told Chantilly her middle-aged PA had been trained within the socialist bureaucracy.
She stretched and yawned when Ivy left and thought she should go up to her luxurious flat and sleep till evening so she would be fresh when she hit the bars to find a suitable guy to take her clubbing.
Chantilly opened her handbag and took out her contract for filing and paused to glance through it, looking for any clues about job specifics but found none. She came to the last paragraph and read it carefully: 'I Chantilly Margaret Cinzia Brown solemnly swear to serve my country with honour and dignity while officially representing the Republic of Kissock. I promise to work diligently and effectively to promote the tourism attractions of my Indian Ocean homeland.'
Slowly a veil of responsibility shrouded Chantilly. She called Mavis and asked for tea and replied no iced bun or chocolate biscuits.
Sipping Bronson's Mid-Morning Blend in a bone china cup, Chantilly called Ivy and asked how much annual budget was available from this month's budget. The answer was $349,729 in Kissock dollars or about £210,000.
"You'll get a quite a few parties out of that," Ivy said icily and Chantilly said stiffly, under influence of her new cloak of responsibility, that she wasn't a party girl.
Chantilly made an international call and a sleepy voice said, "Who the fuck is phoning at this hour of night."
"Oh my apologies? I'll call some more convenient hour. What time do you usually jerk off?"
"Chantilly, Chantilly Brown?"
"Yes Uncle Dick." she said to Billy Brown, her father's youngest brother. On her 18th birthday Uncle Billy had taken Chantilly's virginity because none was lining up to do it and from then on he became her Uncle Dick because on that infamous night in the cellar he'd said dribbling, 'Here comes your uncle's dick'.
