Legacies

By Harvey Jones

The sequel to HookUp further challenges ideas about love, relationships, gender identity and sexuality. The story of Macy and Tobias' friend Emma unfolds and we discover exciting details about her legacy, Sirens Hotel and the 'family'of people who run it - all of whom have had their lives changed for the better by 'The Countess'. They learn that life is too short to hide your true self, so it is worth living to the fullest!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harvey Jones
• Release date: Jun 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781910832080

Harvey Jones

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY Harvey Jones is the pen name of Jan Harvey and Sian Jones. Both of us were born in Wales and live in Barry. Jan is an experienced and well-respected professional carer and has two grown up children, and Sian is an English teacher and a single mother to her grown up son. We like nothing better than taking in the natural beauty of the Welsh countryside and visiting the local beaches with Jan's German Shepherd, Connie. Indeed, Wales has inspired our writing and serves as the setting for our novel, Hook Up, and its upcoming sequel, Legacies. As mature women with a lot of life experience, we relished the opportunity to explore something different and enter the world of writing novels. A local paper has referred to us as a 'Welsh writing duo' and we like to think of ourselves as this!

Book preview

Legacies

CHAPTER ONE

The water in the bath was hot, deep and heavily scented with rose petals which floated and swirled around her breasts as she lay back relaxing. She sipped on the champagne, sneezing as the bubbles tickled her nose, and her laughter pealed around the bathroom as she rejoiced in the success of last night's party. She had come a long way since Singapore where her mother had to prostitute herself to feed them both. She had never known her father as he had disappeared when her mother found out she was with child.

She remembered her mother had been beautiful with long legs, a stunning figure and long chestnut hair, but the years of prostitution and drugs had taken their toll. Eventually, the inevitable day had come when she had gone into her mother's room and found her, dead in a pool of her own vomit with a needle still in her arm. Emma would never forget it — it was etched on her mind and would be forever. It also served as a reminder of what drugs could do and she had never touched them, which had been quite an achievement considering her life.

She had been fifteen when they found her cradling her mother’s lifeless body in her arms, and she still remembered her heart breaking as they’d dragged her away. She had been sent to an orphanage where she stayed until just after her mother’s funeral — then she had run away. She ran from everything and everyone and didn't stop until she found an old rundown farmhouse. It was bleak and dreary but it served its purpose for her; she hid there for almost a week until she became so hungry she returned to the outskirts of Singapore city and begged for food and stole what she had to in order to survive. Then, by chance, she met Maylee, who took her in, fed her, bathed her and kept her safe for a while.

Maylee was older than Emma, and at twenty-four she had seen too much of this life. She had broken away from the pimps who had beaten and sold her every day and had found someone willing to pay for her exclusively. It had changed her life. Taking in the thin, wide-eyed orphan waif was her way of giving something back. Emma had spent the next year doing all the housework and keeping behind the scenes.

Emma shivered and, realising her bath had cooled, stood up and wrapped a large fluffy towel round herself. She shivered again as she remembered a particularly traumatic night when she was seventeen. A night she hadn’t thought of in years. A night that had opened her eyes and made her realise she had to take control.

The walk to the shop to get wine for Maylee ... the two men cornering her in a dark alleyway ... one guy yanking chunks of hair from her as she smashed the wine bottle against his face ... the blood ... the cold pavement against her knees ... her dress and pants being ripped from her ... the other guy brutally taking her from behind as she sobbed ... and after, the silence, the emptiness ...

It had taken her two hours to move and find her way back home. Maylee was wonderful, she bathed and comforted her, gave her a potion to stop any babies and helped her to recover, taught her to defend herself. Emma realized she had to be in charge of herself and anyone who wanted to be with her. Never again would anyone take from her what she didn't want to give. With Maylee's help to recover from the ordeal of the rape, she became strong and found her own clients and made them all pay — and they paid very well indeed.

Maylee had also become her lover; that first kiss had been soft and gentle, so different from the cruel, hard mouths Emma had become accustomed to. It awakened feelings deep

inside her. Maylee took her time and loved her with a passion that left them breathless and, together, they planned a way to make money and leave this country which held so many unbearably painful memories for both of them.

Maylee was beautiful. She was half American and half Vietnamese, with long, sleek hair as black as coal and rich brown eyes with amber lights that sparkled with mischief. She was petite with small rounded breasts and a tiny waist. Her only blemish was the lash marks that had scarred her back from a whipping. Emma worshipped her, and eagerly learnt how to use her mouth and tongue to suckle on her nipples, biting and teasing until Maylee gasped for release. Then, using her tongue, she would find her womanhood glistening with moisture and lick and suck until Maylee arched into her mouth. Then, and only then, would Emma plunge her fingers deep inside her until Maylee came with a force that left her trembling and gasping for breath. Emma learnt quickly and soon the two women were ready to find clients who would pay them well.

Emma dropped her towel; she was dry apart from the unexpected moisture that had seeped down her inner thigh as she was thinking of Maylee. She stepped in front of her mirror and looked herself over. At sixty, she still looked good; her hair was dyed blonde to hide the grey; only a few life lines on her face; blue eyes which still sparkled. Her body was still quite firm for her age — a little too thin, perhaps, but that was to be expected. Okay, she was no superstar, but she still looked good and she still had the luxury of feeling another person's hand on her body when she needed some fun.

Smiling to herself, she walked naked to the window of her home. The penthouse had been luxuriously designed to suit her needs, with a large lounge, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom — but it was the views which took her breath away. Being so high up, she could see for miles and miles — and all this was courtesy of her time with Maylee. This hotel was a legacy of their time together and it had not come easily; they had both worked hard and tirelessly to get this place and the sad thing was that Maylee never saw it — not this part — and she would have loved it.

They had done well in the first weeks, choosing upmarket hotels and sitting in the bars, watching for the right sort of man to approach. One would wait in the bar while the other went to a room. They kept it simple and safe — no kissing, always using condoms — and between them they pulled a thousand dollars a week. As long as they looked out for each other, it was easy money. One evening, a business man took Maylee to his room and they were gone much longer than Emma was happy with, so, leaving the bar, she went up to the room to check her friend. The door was locked so she knocked; a man opened the door just a crack and Emma pushed hard with all her might, sending him flying. She went into the room to find Maylee tied to the bed.

She laughed at Emma. ‘You took your time!’

Emma went to untie her when the man offered five hundred dollars for her to join them and make a night of it.

Emma looked at Maylee and smiled. ‘Sure thing.’

It was easy money, so she untied her friend, tied him up instead and together they gave him the time of his life. Emma rode him — he was huge and so excited by both women that he did not last long. After, they turned to each other and gave him a ‘girl on girl’ show. He was begging to be freed to join them but they ignored him until they were sated from their own needs. Maylee straddled him this time and ground into him hard as Emma kissed her and teased her breasts — he came again with a shattering gasp and thanked them, shakily introducing himself as Matt. They then undid his ties, and he gave them double the money and asked if he could see them next time he came over. And so, Matt became their number one permanent client.

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It turned out Matt was extremely rich; he had no children, he’d had three marriages to wealthy women and was currently going through yet another profitable divorce from his fourth wife. It was not long after that first night with him in the hotel room when he presented them with the chance to move to a new life in America, and the two girls had jumped at it. The rich could always buy what they wanted, and he wanted them so they went