Cheeky Sod!

"Lovely view from here," I smiled over towards the prettiest woman on the bar terrace we were sitting on.

"The marina or the fact that I didn't put a bra on when we left?" The lovely Jenny grinned back at me, pulling the side of her top aside to allow me a brief glance of her gorgeous breast, that I'd been feasting on less than an hour previously.

"Both," I laughed, wondering if I was the only one in the bar to have enjoyed her cheeky little display, and whether that should have made me jealous.

"Are we going to have lunch here?" Jenny asked.

"Can we afford it?" I responded, which was a bit of a silly question considering our current financial situation.

"Maybe I can help," came an unexpected interruption from some guy, a complete stranger, who seemingly happen to hear my comment as he was passing. "I'd hate to see such a beautiful young lady go hungry."

"I think I can afford it," I responded, more offended by the way he was staring at Jenny, than his unsolicited offer.

"A lady like this deserves only the best," he countered, not taking his eyes off her. "This place is full of beautiful women, but your wife is a rare beauty."

"Thanks but no thanks," I replied, managing to hide my annoyance at his arrogant manner. "We really don't need your money."

"What's your name honey?" The obnoxious bugger asked, ignoring my rejection. In fact just about ignoring me completely.

"Jenny," she responded smiling up at him, clearly not concerned by his manner, or for that matter that he was looking straight down at her breasts, pretty well exposed with the number of buttons she'd left undone.

"I'm Henry Gordonton the third," buggerlugs boasted. "You may have heard of me."

"No we haven't," I butted in before Jenny could answer. In the career path she had chosen, then if he was rich enough then her employer might well have a file on him and I didn't want her to give him the pleasure of her admitting it.

"Well perhaps we should get to know one another a bit better,' the smarmy bastard retaliated, reaching down to take Jenny's hand in his, and I'd like to think that it was was so unexpected that she allowed him to do so.

"Your wife has such lovely soft hands," Henry whatsisname complimented her, holding onto them, as if possessing her.

"Look, we really don't need your money," I reminded him, feeling the situation slipping away from me, and none too pleased at Jenny's actions.

"How much money would it take," he surprised me with, still not bothering to have the simple curtesy of looking round at me. "How much to be able to spend some private time with your beautiful wife?"

"Don't be stupid," I spat out at him. "Nobody's got enough money to take her away from me."

"I have," he smirked, at last turning, if only briefly, to sneer at me. "You see that big yacht down there. That's mine!"

"The big blue one," Jenny burst out with too much enthusiasm.

"No, the grey one" he grunted, realising that the blue one was bigger, and owned by some internet billionaire if the local rumours were to be believed.

"Well the grey one is quite nice as well," she admitted, winking at me to my relief, and letting me know that she was just leading him on.

"Ten thousand," Henry asshole grunted, obviously disgruntled that we weren't that impressed.

"That's all it's worth," I grinned at him. "I though a boat like that would be worth millions."

"It did cost millions," he growled unhappily. "The ten thousand is for lending me your wife."

"Oh!"

You've got that big bill to pay at the end of the month," Jenny reminded me, fluttering her eyelids.

"Forty thousand," I countered, remembering exactly how much that bill was going to be, and totally astonishing him.

"No woman's worth that much," he mumbled back.

"Jenny is."

"Twenty," he counter-offered, clearly rattled by the unexpected turn of events.

"I'm worth forty," Jenny piled the pressure on, grinning at me, neither of us actually expecting him to agree, and happy to take him down a peg or two.

"OK, forty; forty thousand. But I want your wife for twenty four hours, till this time tomorrow."

Well I don't think either of us expected that, and Jenny and I just stared at one another, till she shrugged her shoulders in resignation.

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The next twenty-four hours weren't easy, only the thought of that forty thousand cheering me up somewhat.

Wasn't helped by the fact that my bedroom terrace overlooked Henry's boat, though since Jenny seemed to spend most of the daylight hours sunbathing on the deck rather than in his bedroom, did help.

Quite why the Captain, the mechanic, the chef and just about every member of the crew including the candlestick maker if he'd had one, had to keep checking that she was ok, was a puzzle. Though of course as usual she was sunbathing in the nude and that could have been a factor.

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"Well here's your wife back," Henry sneered at me as the pair of them waltzed onto the bar terrace where this whole sorry saga had started the day before.

"And I've checked that the money is in the bank," I confirmed.

"Just one thing Henry before you go," Jenny giggled, walking over to join me.

"What's that?" He grunted, clearly not too happy with how things had panned out.

"I'm not his wife!"

"What?"

"She's not my wife Henry," I delighted in telling him. "Jenny is a very upmarket escort girl, that I've hired to accompany me on a month's cruise, and you've just paid me for one night with her exactly what I'm paying for the whole month."

"What?"

"That's right Henry," Jenny laughed. "And you drank too much and didn't even really get your monies worth, did you."

"What?"

"Well, we'll be off to continue our cruise," I informed the now thoroughly disconcerted Henry the third.

"In the big blue boat," Jenny delighted in telling him.

"You mean you're the internet billionaire," the poor bugger gasped.

"That's what the local rumours claim," I grinned, curling my arm around Jenny's deliciously slim waist, and leading her up the gang plank.

Even a rich man loves a freebee!

My crew will be happy to have Jenny back sunbathing on my boat deck. I might even have to employ a candlestick maker.

I guess Jenny will be getting a pretty huge tip at the end of the month.

Heard a week later that Henry's boat hit a reef and sank!