His name was John Ashton, president, owner and CEO of his own major software company, major stock holder in several others and entrepreneur. His net worth was in excess of five billion dollars. Home base was Seattle. He owned a large mansion on Mercer Island. His real estate holdings included a large house on Orcas Island, a penthouse in Las Vegas, a beach house in Boca Raton, Florida and several other houses in different parts of the world. He had just closed another multi-million dollar deal and felt that after five years of steady go, go, go; he was due some time off.
He left his company in the capable hands of Debbie Evans, his second in command, boarded his 737 Biz Jet and flew to Greece on a rare vacation.
He chartered a yacht in Athens. The yacht chartered for one hundred thousand a week. Well, it was a big yacht! He picked up an entourage of women in Athens and set off across the Med. The yacht was one hundred seventy five feet long and came with a crew of twenty. It was lavishly stocked with every imaginable luxury. He stocked it with six girls who liked the sea and lots of fun. Ashton was used to handling women. He was calm and urbane. In his international travels he had bedded many of them. As far as he was concerned, their only reason for being with him was to satisfy his lust.
First, they sailed to Mykonos. Mykonos is home to numerous clothing optional beaches. The girls and he opted for 'no clothes' and hit the sand. They stayed a week on Mykonos. They tried to screw each other to death on every beach they invaded. Nights aboard the yacht were a constant parade of willing, warm flesh.
They had enough skinny dipping, so they headed for Santorini. When they landed the girls went shopping. By that time, they all were really, really good friends. The girls ran a rotation through his stateroom. Sometimes two or three in a single night fell to his lust. This was the way vacations were supposed to be!
By the time they left Santorini, he had had about enough sun and fun, so they went back to Piraeus. Since he had some business in northern Greece, he left the yacht in the yacht basin and flew to Thessalonika, checking into his suite at the Hyatt.
On the first night, in fact, on the first hour of the first night, he met a girl named Marina. He found her in the hotel bar while he was waiting for a table for dinner. Fairly tall at 5'8" she had about 130 well distributed pounds on her frame. Her skin was pure white. Her breasts were large but not overly so and thrust upward. She was an absolute knock out.
He looked for her chaperone and found none. He walked over to her and said, "Hi, could I buy you a drink?"
"I don't drink much alcohol," she replied.
"How about some juice or soda?" He suggested in desperation.
"Maybe some passion fruit juice?" she requested.
"Let me buy you dinner while you wait," he pled.
"I don't know about that. I don't know you. You might be one of the bad guys. I'm just waiting for my father. I hope he remembers where I am. He often forgets me."
"I promise, I'm not a lothario. I need some company during my meal and if I can offer something to you while you wait for your father, I'll be very much pleased to do so."
"Okay, but just until papa gets here!" she answered. She summoned the barman and said something to him in Greek. He nodded and left.
A couple of minutes later, the restaurant announced the opening of their table. "Shall we?" he asked, and escorted her to the table.
"What should I have?" she asked demurely.
"Order anything you want. Don't be shy. Order all of it if you want."
The waiter appeared with a telephone. "It's your yacht, Mr. Ashton." He said.
John took the phone, listened for a minute and then said into it, "Well, offer them ten million. I must have it." He hung up.
When he looked back to Marina, her eyes were wide open. She was staring at him. "You're not THE John Ashton are you? The multi-billionaire? Oh my god!"
"Guilty as charged," he replied. "I hope it doesn't make a difference to you."
"I've never met a really rich person before. What are you doing here?"
"I'm on vacation. I usually come here whenever I take time off. The weather is cool and the women are beautiful. Like you."
She blushed. "I'm just a poor girl. How can you be seen with a person like me?"
"First, you are beautiful beyond words. Second, you have a sweet, unassuming manner. Third, I am hoping you don't have a husband or a boyfriend. Last, but not least, I want to get to know you better."
She was now cherry red. He thought she might cry. "Give me a minute to absorb all this," she quietly said.
The waiter brought the menu while she was 'absorbing'. Finally she said, "What do you want with me?"
"I am hoping to develop a deeper relationship with you. I am largely out of the company of women because of my businesses. I don't get much spare time for women. I don't want to hop in the sack. I just want to know you better." That seemed to relax her a little. He could tell even then that this wasn't going to be one of his usual easy conquests. So pure and innocent. "If it's not too much of an imposition, could you show me the city tomorrow?"
"Okay, I'll meet you here in the morning. What time do you want to start?"
"Let's start about nine. Then we'll have time for some sight-seeing before lunch."
"Are we taking my car?" She offered.
"No, I'll arrange transportation."
He summoned the waiter and ordered the meal. Greeks are excellent cooks, so everything was perfect. They had a bottle of local wine (Domestica) with the meal and that seemed to make her happy. He admired her as she ate. She was delicate, almost childlike in her manner. He felt something pop way down deep inside of him.
She was in the restaurant the next morning when he came down for breakfast. She had on a knockout white sun dress. She smiled when she saw him. "Good morning," she said.
"Good morning to you. Would you like some breakfast?"
"Okay, maybe just a little."
After the meal the limo took them up into the mountains. Later they walked around the city for a while. As they walked she said, "I am sure you have many women hidden out somewhere. I don't want to be part of a harem."
"I must admit I've got some women on my yacht. I don't have anyone permanent anywhere. I've been way too busy for any permanent liaisons. That is, until now," He replied as truthfully as he could. "Besides, you could never be a harem girl."
"Why not?" she asked, a little miffed.
"Harem girls are nothing like you. You are much nicer and a lot prettier. Also, you are not here for the money."
That beautiful blush filled her cheeks again. She had a strange look in her eyes. It wasn't love and it wasn't lust. A woman had never looked at him that way before. It was disturbing. They had returned to the hotel and sat in the bar. She had a glass of fruit juice. He had a vodka martini. He summoned the barman and the barman brought the phone. He dialed and said, "Let the girls go. We may be having other guests."
