So there she was, in the dining area of the hotel in sunny Tenerife with her partner, Mark, He was still sleeping off his hangover in their room. Jenny was absolutely fine, a few Vodka's to loosen her up and the dance floor was hers but Mark overdid the sherbets and this morning, his head was paying the price.
Jenny smiled to herself as she chomped on her muesli, thinking of how she could turn this to her own advantage. It was definitely good material to wind Mark up with and, boy would she use it to her full advantage.
Jenny sipped on her glass of fresh orange juice as she gazed out of the window at the outdoor pool. The sun loungers were all taken and she mused at how many of them would be Germans! She didn't care too much as she had other plans for the day, a bit of retail therapy in an air conditioned mall with fresh coffee to boot, just what the doctor ordered. The sun was alone in a cloudless sky and it was destined to be another scorcher, she thought to herself. That could make Mark even more dehydrated and she thought about taking him a bottle of water to their room. Then she thought that the lack of fluids would add to his headache and that made her smile. He was a big boy now, he could look after himself.
Jenny left the dining area and went to the hotel shop to buy herself a British magazine to read on the bus into town. Dressed in a skimpy white skirt and a top which showed to the world she was bra-less made her look incredibly horny. Her perfectly made hair and minimal make up adding to her beauty and sexiness.
She was looking hot and she knew it by the subtle turning of male heads, the obvious ogling even through heavily tinted sun glasses and Jenny felt like a million dollars, full of confidence and vibrancy on this bright and pleasant morning.
The bus ride into town was pretty uneventful and she was soon in a modern mall looking at a range of locally made clothing, imported sports wear and international jewellery and watches. Converting the Euro into sterling was not necessary, she had allowed herself the indulgence of spending a fixed amount. After that, she would have to go without. Anyway, it was a bit like finding a boy friend, the fun was in the chase!
Jenny's sense of humour continued through the morning, eventually settling down in a coffee shop with a latte and a chocolate slice.
A Spanish gentleman had been following her, or so it seemed. Everywhere she went, he appeared, his olive tanned skin and 3 days beard growth endeavoured to give him a rugged look but succeeded only in making him look untidy. She'd first noticed him by his pungent body odour as he'd passed by her as she was looking at bracelets. Since then, she'd got the impression he'd been following her.
She'd not spoken to him, but Jenny had decided in her mind he was called Manuel, after the character in Fawlty Towers. Short and middle aged, his casual clothing made him look sad. Tragic, almost. Jenny thought that maybe he'd taken a break from begging in the street and that beggars probably made a fortune from tourists at this time of year. But if he was a beggar, why was he sat opposite her with a large Americano and a packet of Marlboro?
Jenny went back to her magazine, interested in an article about teenagers being coerced into the sex trade from the far east into Europe. She felt a presence beside her and she looked up into the dark brown eyes of the character she'd labelled Manuel.
"You have a light?" he enquired, his accent obviously European. Jenny shook her head.
"Sorry, I don't smoke" she said, returning to her article. The Spaniard put his cigarette back in the packet.
"No. Nor me. I try to give up!" he said, smiling at Jenny. She looked up at him and tried to smile but his overpowering body odour made it difficult to be pleasant. At least it hid the smell of tobacco and spicy food from his breath.
Jenny nodded and returned to her article, hoping Manuel would get the message. He persevered.
"You look for pretty clothes?" he said, obviously having watched her shopping habits.
"Mm Hmm" Jenny replied, trying not to get into a conversation.
"I know very good place. You come" he said, taking her by the hand. Jenny shook her head.
"No. It's OK, really" she protested but the stranger was very determined.
"No. You come with me. I show you. Very good place. Pretty clothes for pretty lady. You come" he said, both hands under her armpits and for a short man, he was powerful.
"Look, I don't want to........."
"You come..." he insisted, almost dragging her from the coffee shop. "........very nice clothes. Very cheap" he said smiling all the time. Jenny had heard that the locals were very friendly but she was a little worried what might happen to her. This was Tenerife, not New York or London however, so although concerned, she decided to go with the flow. She didn't have to buy anything, did she? She could just look. What harm would it do?
The Spaniard took her out of the mall and across a couple of streets to a local market area, where there were stalls laden with a range of goods. This was obviously where the locals shopped, there were no touristy goods as such, no dodgy stuffed donkeys and other cheap tat, it was all locally made lace and hand made goods. Jenny felt a little more relaxed, although she still was uncertain about Manuel and his intentions. She felt, maybe, he was just a guy employed to attract customers to the market. The warm summer air added to Manuel's sweating and his odour became stronger. He could do with a bath, though, and Jenny tried to remain upwind from him.
