Escape.
Lucy Moss had done it, at last, she was free and independent.
Free of her useless parasitic lazy partner, free from the drudge of working 12 hour shifts,just to make ends meet, free of the rat race. life
The first time she'd bought a lottery ticket and she had won £19,419,747.28 (don't forget the 28p!)
After the first shock of becoming rich and independent in an instant, she'd thought very long, and hard of what to do.
First was to break from Graham (the flat was in his name, he'd insisted). All Lucy did was pay the rent and bills. The only reason she'd stayed was that finding another council flat as a single employed person was nearly, as unlikely, as winning the lottery. So with just a few sentimental treasured possessions, Lucy had booked into a Hotel, This was at the advise of the Lottery company, to keep her out of the media limelight and away from the scroungers and potential parasites, that prey on on lottery winners.
The lottery company had been extremely caring, and professional, providing Lucy with a female financial adviser,to keep everything in control. The number of begging letters from individuals and charities was staggering.
Sack loads and sack loads. The lottery company advised she look at none of the thousands of letters, what the eye doesn't see etc etc.
Lucy's first move was to give her Mum and sister £2,000,000.00 each. The interest alone would bring them each £80000/annum.
Lucy had always struggled, her Mum had been a single parent raising two daughters and working 2 jobs, just make to ends meet. Britain at the end of the 20th century was still a struggle for many.
The financial adviser had told Lucy that going away for a few weeks, or months was a tried and tested way to adjust, to a huge lottery win. On that advice Lucy's, first impulse was to go away somewhere hot and very tropical; quite by chance she'd seen an advertisement for an island off the east coast of Malaysia, called Pula Ubin.
The travel agent had told her that it was out of the way and very primitive, on Lucy's instruction they'd booked her a private chalet and arranged the journey to the finest detail even down to employing a personal assistant in KL, to help avoid any problems in her new environment.
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From her first class compartment cabin, Lucy watched the Sun rise over KL as the 747, circled to land at dawn, Rubber and Palm plantations showed regimented rows of, dark green as the plane sped over the last few feet to touch down in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. With her small cabin bag, Lucy cleared through, VIP first class, customs and walked through to the arrivals gate scanning the waiting relatives and friends of her fellow passengers.
Lucy saw her name on a card held by an extremely attractive elegant, Chinese woman, Lucy guessed she was just slightly taller than herself, but at 5 foot Lucy was small compare to most people. The woman smiled at Lucy and walked toward her.
Tilly Tan a Chinese Malay, woman of 26 introduced herself to Lucy. As they walked toward the Taxi rank Lucy decided she was going like Tilly.
She was bubbly and knowledgable and seemed strong for such a petite woman, it was extremely nice to be almost the same height. Tilly had employed her own driver to carry Lucy's luggage but to Tilly's surprise Lucy had just the one small carry case.
"Miss where your luggage?" Tilly exclaimed.
"That's your first job, Tilly. New clothes. All my clothes in England, were old and out of fashion. So they've all gone to charity, all I have is what I'm wearing. and few bits in here."
"Oh miss we have lota fun, buying you, clothes" Tilly smiled and almost danced with glee at the prospect of buying Lucy new clothes.
"What type of clothes would miss want?"
"Well Tilly..and lets start off right, you must call me Lucy, not miss or madam. I'm just an ordinary girl like yourself, OK?"
"Yes miss... Lucy."
"Just Lucy, OK?"
Tilly a little overawed by Lucy's frankness, blinked clearing her mind, struggling to just say, Lucy, just Lucy. After all, Lucy was her employer.
"OK, but miss, sorry you must understand, that here things, are different. You are my employer, so must be treated with, great respect and deference."
Lucy, although not really happy, agreed to follow local custom and allow, Tilly to use the honourific when addressing Lucy in public. But she insisted they be on first name terms whenever possible.
"What clothes, would you like?" Tilly asked again.
"Well I don't know. I don't really want designer clothes paying through the nose. How about we find a local dressmaker, and make them very happy? We can look in magazines at what I like and as you can see I'm not your typical fashion model figure anyway." Lucy laughed looking down at her own Rubinesce figure. At just 5 feet tall Lucy had a large Bosom and bottom.
"Tilly I'm 28, size 18, so I'd like to dress smartly and in this climate, be cool. Talking of cool, lets start with a drink. Is it always this hot?"
Tilly instructed the driver, as they drove away from the airport. They stopped at a small roadside hawker centre and bought fresh Pineapple juice. Lucy had never tasted anything so fresh and enjoyed the clean tasting juice, that just moments before had been the whole fruit, cut into long chunks and then whizzed through the juicer to make the freshest purest juice Lucy had ever experienced.
As they neared the city the traffic became as in any large city worldwide, a crawling mass of humanity. During the journey, Tilly had asked Lucy about her likes and dislikes, and Lucy had in turn questioned, Tilly about her background. Much to Lucy's surprise Tilly came from a rich middle-class, Chinese family that had been in Malaysia for 5 generations trading in food commodities imported from mainland China. She had been educated at a private catholic school, going onto university in Singapore.
At last they arrived at a very smart, but to up market tailoring shop, the lady owner had all but taken over once Tilly had given the brief of Lucy's requirements and wishes. Long flowing linen and silk gowns were ordered. Lucy's very fair blond complexion taken into consideration. Lucy had still chosen some dresses, that were a little more revealing for after dark. Although small in stature Lucy knew her assets, her F-cup breasts being her greatest pride.
Lucy loved choosing from the almost limitless array of fine fabrics and colourful patterns. Tilly had been quite influential in the choices ensuring, Lucy that the patterns and fabrics would suit Lucy and show off her ample figure, to good effect. Lucy learnt about the versatile sarong and myriad of ways, it could be used and tied. White predominated her day wear. With the a theme of Hibiscus flowers running through, after over an hour or so and Lucy clearly showing signs of jet-lag. All her new clothes had been chosen.
The whole wardrobe would take just 3 days to produce, Tilly and Lucy left for the hotel Tilly had booked. The penthouse suite was cool and airy with marble from floor to ceiling, the windows and doors open with the breeze billowing the linen curtains.
"Oh this beautiful, I could walk around here naked and let the wind kiss my skin. But I suppose modesty demands different." Lucy exclaimed with a little sadness in her voice.
"You are the guest here and can be as you wish"
"Well then, if you don't mind Tilly, I shall have a cool shower and not get dressed. Anyway I've nothing to wear and we can have dinner here if you'd like to join me?" Lucy started to undress her travel clothes and after a little search found the bathroom, the shower was open with a huge rain head.
Tilly opened Lucy's tiny case to find only the bear essentials. What she did find that surprised her was a very sleek modern vibrator. Tilly was not only, surprised to find, the vibrator, its discovery aroused her. With sound of splashing water as Lucy started her shower masking any sound. Tilly guiltily touched the on button, without hardly any noise, the vibrator purred into life. The vibrations sent little tingles through Tilly's body.
An involuntary "Ooooh"escaped her lips. She'd read about vibrators in European magazines,Tilly had even listened to clients talking about them. But Tilly had never actually touched, let alone switch one on. She knew what they were for, politely called intimate massager, "Oh, I wonder what it feels like to touch myself down there" Tilly thought to herself!
She was pulled from her revere "Oh good, you've found my new toy, isn't it fantastic? I was surprised, I didn't get questioned about it going through customs. But I suppose first class passengers don't get asked awkward questions."
Tilly jumped as if she had been given an electric shock and became instantly embarrassed and blushing all over.
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