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Tonight was it.

Working at Renard’s had served Christina well as a supplement for her allowance, but she had her studies to think of now and didn’t need the distraction of an evening job. Her notice handed in a week earlier, she had one more shift to work through. It was supposed to have been two, but she’d pleaded nicely to manager Geoff, flashing her pretty smile, and he’d been sweet about it. God… That smile had helped land her in all kinds of trouble since starting at the place. She’d let it fall too freely on sexy chef Josh and he’d taken it as an offer of her body.

And on some shameful level, she supposed, that’s exactly what it had been.

Christina clutched her files to her chest as she walked up Abbotsbury Road, isolating herself in her thoughts from Marion and Lynda, who gabbled away beside her. No use trying to fool herself—Josh McClain was the reason she needed out of there. Him and his cocky glances in her direction, his innuendoes the few times they brushed past each other among the kitchen utensils. He’d seen too much of her, gained too much insight into the urges that lay within like gunpowder waiting to be sparked. How could she dampen them again and be true to Gabe with his presence as a constant reminder of that night?

That incendiary night…

She dropped her eyes when he was around, focused all her energy on transmitting lack of interest, but he knew she still wanted him and exulted in the moments when she betrayed it. Like the first night after the night, when he whispered, “Boo,” in her ear and she almost dropped too full plates she was carrying. She was still trembling, her nipples swollen hard, as she set the plates with a clatter onto the customers’ table.

It was all tiny moments with him, any of which could be passed off as innocent, but for the long hours his cock had already spent inside her. Picking a loose strand of hair off her shoulder with slightest wink, or sidling past her with a, “Careful there,” that hint of laughter in his voice. We both know I’ve fucked you good and how much you loved it, he was saying in every glance and gesture, until she bit her lip to suppress the anger and frustration.

It built over days till she was the one who snapped. “It was one night, Josh, that’s all. It was fun, but it’s over, okay?” Her words were hissed at him as he sprinkled chopped parsley into a soup and were apropos of nothing more than his smile and his lingering gaze.

“Seems like that night’s on your mind a lot.” He stirred. “What makes you think I’m looking for a follow-up?”

She stared. “I…” Well why wouldn’t you want a follow-up? I gave you one hell of a time! “Just as long as we both understand.” Then she stomped off, wondering why she had bothered to open her mouth.

He whispered in her ear later on, while she was folding her apron at the end of her shift, and her body jolted in response. “I was teasing,” he said. “I’ll have you anytime you want, any way you want.”

She whipped around and tremored from his face’s proximity to hers. She felt as exposed as when she’d stripped naked right in front of him, his eyes taking her all in. “Josh, no, stop.”

“All this tension. We need at least one more night to work it off and you know it.”

“No, we don’t.” She blotted out the thought and her anger saw her through the moment. “You were lucky to have that night. Make do with the memory. I have to go see my boyfriend.”

She pushed him aside and left, before he could manage some sly rejoinder that would have undone her.

No, she couldn’t risk any further moments like that one. The only way to be free of danger was to leave. She’d turned down the modelling opportunity more as a sop to her guilt than out of any other consideration, and now she had to leave the source of temptation behind. Then maybe everything would calm down and she’d stop being so ratty with Gabe. They could have some happiness together after all the bad feeling there’d been these past few …

“Hey isn’t that the guy? The guy from…”

“Yes, it is. Christina, it’s your hot guy from the Oktober place!”

Christina broke from her reverie and gazed across the street to where Marion and Lynda were gleefully pointing. Josh was sitting in his silver Vauxhall Corsa, signalling across to her genially, like she had conjured him with her thoughts. What was he doing hanging about down the road from her school? Her friends were laughing, Lynda actually waving over to him.

“Hey Chris,” he called cheerfully across the busy street, “come over. I need to have a word!”

“Are you dating him?” Marion inquired, gleefully scandalised.

“No!” Christina’s response was instant and defensive. “It’s work. We work together.” How utterly lame that sounded. She had to deal with this right away. She couldn’t have him showing up in front of her school-friends in this way. “You two go on. I need to see what he wants.” What this prick wants, she’d almost said.

“Sure, go see. Have fun.” They giggled as they went, and she had no doubt that they were looking back and observing as she negotiated the traffic on the crossing, making up stories about what she was doing with this guy behind Gabe’s back. Stalking me. That’s what I’ll say, he’s crazy and stalking me. With this sudden appearance, it seemed a perfectly plausible explanation.

“Josh, what the hell are you doing here?” she demanded through the rolled-down passenger window.

“Hoping to catch you in your school uniform,” he said, looking over her sensible skirt and jacket combo, frilly blouse doing all it could to disguise the full dimensions of her bosom. “Sadly disappointed.”

“So, what—you came here to perv on schoolgirls?”

“Only this schoolgirl. Turns out she’s too much of a woman to fit into a plaid skirt anymore, but it’d still be fun if she tried one on.” He reached over and clicked open the door. “Hop in.”

What crazy development was this? Was he going to start randomly showing up places and making a nuisance of himself? “I’m with friends, and you shouldn’t be here,” she asserted. “They know Gabe. I’ll see you at work tonight if you have anything to say to me.”

“Well, that’s the whole point, sweetheart. You see, you won’t be going to work tonight. Other plans are in motion. Get in and I’ll explain it all to you.”

“Of course I’m going to work, it’s my last night there. What are you trying to pull here, Josh? What… plans?”

“Fun plans. Look, I’ve already spoken to one of the other girls. You know Tracey? She’s doing your shift for you, because you’ve got a whole other evening arranged. It’s going to be quite a night, let me tell you.”

This was too much. Heat rose within Christina at his presumption. “No, it’s not. You can’t go behind my back and cancel my … my … How dare you? You don’t manage the place! That’s it, Josh. I’m calling the restaurant and setting things straight. Goodb...”

“You’re doing no such thing.” The edge in his voice arrested her, even as she swung around to leave. “Get into the car, Chris. I’ve got something to show you and believe me you’ll want to see it.” His words and the gravity of his tone disconcerted her. His face was different too, harder than she had ever known it to be. “Get in,” he ordered, pushing the door ajar. With a heart that had suddenly sped up, she slipped inside the car, shutting the door behind her. She should have walked, but scared fascination had stopped her.

“Josh, what is this?” She was wary now, rather than simply pissed off. “We had one night together… and… and… look, it was a great night, I’m not denying that. It was… It was amazing.” There, she’d admitted what they both knew, given him what he wanted to hear. “But that’s all it was, okay? One night. We both have to move on from it.”

“We will move on. I’m not looking for a girlfriend and I’m not planning on giving you any trouble down the line. But seriously, Chris, a girl as smoking-hot as you and a man’s expected to be satisfied with one time only? I’m having one more night with you, and it’s tonight.” The look with which he fixed her was steely, but under it just perceptibly he was trembling. “Final time together, I promise. Baby, it’s going to be sensational. More than you can believe.”

“No. No, it’s not.” She didn’t doubt it would be if she let it happen, that was the terrible thing. Most of the reason she was mad at him was due to her own heart-thumping desire. “Josh, please, leave me be.”

He reached out and stroked her lower thigh. She flinched at his touch, her nipples hardening in secret for this bad-boy. “You’re going to get naked for me and then do everything I tell you to,” he said matter-of-factly. “And you’ll love every hot second.”

“No. No, I won’t.” I would, but I’ll not. Not this time. Not again. “Josh, I’m going. Bye.”

She gripped the door handle, but he caught her wrist and his insistence made her gasp. “That thing I wanted you to see, better take a look first.” From the side-pocket, he retrieved a slim black tablet. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but since you’re being stubborn…”

Christina stared at the item in advancing trepidation. “What the hell is this?”

“I have an exhibitionist kink,” he told her. “You remember that imaginary camera when you were bouncing up and down on my cock, those beautiful tits going boing-boing-boing?” Her eyes widened, jaw dropping in a flash of disbelief. “It wasn’t so imaginary.”

He was joking, right? This was nothing more than a final desperate attempt to play her.

“You see I figured our night together would be just that,” he explained, eyes fixed on hers. “That it’d be the only chance I’d have to see your lovely naked body on show for me. So I recorded the whole evening as a memento—you and me fucking each other’s brains out. Every stroke of my cock into your sweet tight pussy. It was very bad of me, but there you are. It makes for great viewing, let me tell you.”

“You’re lying. This is some pathetic…”

“I have two discs. One in here and the other squirrelled away in secret. I’d love to hold onto them, or at least share, but I’m willing to let you have both on condition that you carry out my instructions for the evening. All of them, to the letter. That way you’ll know there aren’t any recordings of you out there being a naughty naked fuck-slut. I’m sure you’d like that peace of mind.”

The way he said it was so damned plausible. He’d clearly thought about this long and hard, ‘hard’ being the operative word. She’d never believed that he could be this devious or so desperate to get back inside her knickers. Whether it was sad, outrageous or a twisted kind of flattering, she wasn’t entirely sure. It took all her bravado to challenge him, on the long-shot that it was true.

“How naïve do you think I am, Josh? I’m eighteen but I’m not an idiot. If you’ve got it all taped, then go ahead and show me.”

He smiled, and the undiminished cockiness as he switched on the tablet perturbed her. “I didn’t think you’d believe me,” he said, his fingertip swirling on the mouse-pad. “Well get a load of this.”

She stared as he showed her, mouth widening into an upper-case O as the on-screen images seared her mind.

“That’s right. Take a good long look at the naked porno princess.” The tremor was still there in his voice—whether of nervousness or excitement she could not be sure. It scarcely mattered with what she was seeing. “Take a good look,” he said. “Take it all in. Then listen to the instructions I give you very carefully."

~~~~

Amanda jabbed repeatedly at the button next to Gavin’s apartment number, wishing it was his eye. “Goddamn you, answer it,” she muttered as the pause lengthened. It was insult enough that he wouldn’t reply to her phone calls.

A static rasp ended the silence, followed by that infuriatingly calm voice. “Hello?”

“Open up and let me in, you son-of-a-bitch. Now.”

“Gladly. I’ve been expecting you.”

“Don’t play games with me. Let …”

The electronic buzz of the gate cut short her demand. Gritting her teeth she pushed it open, marching through and trying to ignore the sculpted front garden of the luxury apartment block. Entitled bastard. Who the hell does he think he is?

Her fury at him sustained her through the two-storey climb to his apartment. She battered on the door till her knuckles bruised. In her other hand, she brandished the mobile phone on which she had received his text: MISS WINTER, TEACHER IN TRAINING, together with its inflammatory attachment, a shot of her naked on hands and knees, sexy duress all over her face. The polite smile on Gavin’s face when he answered his door was calibrated, she was sure, to infuriate even further.

“What the fuck...” she demanded, pushing past him and marching through his entry-way, “do you mean by sending me this?” She flashed the smart-phone with its offending picture before him. “You care to explain to me exactly how it got taken?”

“I’d be glad to.” He joined her in the room and picked up a remote control from the shelf beneath his twin flat-screen televisions. “It’s a still taken from this.” He clicked and the exact-same image from her phone—that close-up of Amanda in flagrante delicto—flashed onto the screen on the right. Then he clicked again and the image unfroze, ardent sex-noise pouring out of the surround-sound speakers as movie-star Amanda commenced to shudder and jolt from the full-on shafting she was receiving.

The teacher stared in slack-jawed outrage, her screen self’s mouth a complimentary circle. Her naked tits were juddering for the lens and perspiration was trickling down her face. A fever of lust was in those eyes—the professional school-teacher metamorphosed back into the sweat-drenched whore of her college years. Mandy Summers had come storming back and her return had been caught on camera. Of the guy supplying the cock there was no clear view, but every thrust he delivered was rippling through his slutty conquest like a mini-earthquake.

“Look at that.” There was low-key delight in Gavin’s voice as he folded his arms and gazed at the screen, remote in hand. “I’ve no doubt you’re a good teacher, but there’s a whole second career going begging, don’t you think?”

“You perverted fuck.” Amanda seethed the words through her teeth. She hated him staring at her shivering flesh so smugly and made a sudden urgent grab for the control so she could cut off the image. “Give me that.”

Gavin side-stepped, holding the device well out of her reach so that she ended up clinging to his other arm and struggling in vain. It was all wildly undignified; she was flailing like a demented cat, while her screen version was still taking it from behind, and the whole situation made her burn with a fury she had never known in her life.

“Now, Amanda,” he said, calm in the midst of her effort to restrain her, “what’s your plan here? Grapple your way past me and take off with the evidence? You really think that’s the only copy?”

The possibility of multiple copies hadn’t even occurred to her, but it made sense that Gavin provide a back-up plan before texting her the image. She let him go and stood panting before him, the fuck-action proceeding unimpeded as she challenged him. “Evidence of what? Your secret filming of our private act? That’s enough to put you on the sex offenders’ register. People serve prison time for that.” And she’d put him there gladly, the way she felt right now.

“Maybe, but the point’s moot. You’d hardly bring this to the authorities, even if I let you out of here with a copy. Not with you enjoying the fuck out of the whole encounter.” He glanced at the screen and so did she. A lip-biting snarl of pure delight was all over Mandy’s face. “Do you really want hubby-in-waiting to know what you get up to, when he thinks you’re marking homework?”

“It’s your room,” she said, refusing to believe that this situation might slip out of her control. “It’s clearly your fucking room. That could be proven if this ever came to light. You can’t afford for anyone to see it either, so if—if this is about anything other than you reliving the moment, then it looks like we’ve got a stalemate.” Gavin’s expression was something close to admiration; the least she could do before departing was to rob him of his seedy victory. “So keep your dirty movie and whack off to it whenever you want, if that’s how pathetic you are. Me, I’ve got better things to do with my time than stand here playing your sad little game. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“What if anyone at school saw it?” She’d turned to go, but Gavin’s words arrested her.

“Sorry?”

“What if, for example, the Principal were to view a copy? His head of modern languages as a porn diva? Or some of the school governors. I’m sure they’d be fascinated to know that one of the school’s most trusted employees fucks on camera.”

What game was the bastard playing? Surely he wouldn’t dare show that recording to anyone, when there was no hint that it had been made with her consent. Her mind rifled through her options. She’d bare-faced her way through the ‘Mandy Summers’ photo-shoot at her previous school and if necessary she’d do the same here. Boldly she called the bluff of her attempted blackmailer.

“Do what you like. If my private life is caught on some sleazy fucker’s camera that’s still my business. You really think it’s going to make a difference in their eyes with the results my students get year on year? Think again.”

“It’s your students they’ll be thinking of,” Gavin told her, having lost none of his control. “I haven’t shown you the best bit yet.” He fast-forwarded the action like he was illustrating a lecture. Mandy watched in trepidation of what horrors she might see. “Let’s get the exact moment …” He stopped it, rewound slightly, and there she was in full-frontal cowgirl mode, her tits oscillating wildly as she pumped herself up and down on him. It was a moment she remembered vaguely through a haze of lust; this was the first time she had witnessed Mandy from the outside and the sight stunned her. But not as much as the sentiments spewing from her alter-ego’s mouth.

“Craig Nelson … Big strapping rugby forward. I’d drain that cocky bastard’s balls. And the Allenson twins … I teach one of them French … I’d take those pretty-boys at the same time, and their dad.”

Oh my fucking God …

Amanda watched appalled as her sweaty porno-self catalogued the senior Holland Park students she’d like to fuck. The words bore no relation to anything she remembered, although they chimed with her most secret fantasies—the ones which stayed chained up in a box marked ‘Don’t Go There’ in the innermost safe-room of one’s mind, the ones that should never so much as be whispered. And now Mandy was shouting them to the ceiling as she fucked herself on Gavin’s cock. By the time the screen-whore turned explicit on all the filthy things she’d do to Christina Lyndon given a chance, Amanda had heard enough.

“Turn it off. Turn it fucking off!”

Gavin aimed the control at the screen, but froze Mandy with her mouth open and her tits on their upward bounce rather than dismiss the image altogether. “Teacher gave away rather too much,” he said. “If this were to land in the lap of a few select senior staff members and governors with the suggestion that it might reach the student populace, that would make your position there more than precarious. Now I’m sure the prideful part of you would want to say ‘fuck it’ and go to the police, but would you really want it leaked so that every student had access to what we’ve just seen? Plus your fiancé finding out that you fucked another man? He might even end up getting a copy of the original and feel compelled to watch every nasty second. However much it burned him, he’d watch it all, you can be sure of that. There are layers and layers of possibility here. I don’t think you’d ever risk it all, Amanda, if I was forced to take things further.”

Forced to take things further—why? She didn’t even know yet what this was all about. “Bullshit—this is demented. You’re talking out of your ass and we both know it. You wouldn’t dare.”

“You’d like to think it.” His level stare showed no hint of weakness. “I have no desire to take action, but if you think for a moment I’m bluffing, you’ve learnt nothing about me whatsoever.”

“Take action…” Amanda tried to read further into that level gaze, her mind frantically sorting through all the permutations of her situation. She couldn’t afford for Rob to find out about this, it’d destroy him—him and everything they had together. But neither could she allow this bastard to have a hold over her. “So…” She exerted control over her fury as she asked what needed to be asked. “Why are you showing me? What exactly do you want?”

“At last the important question.” He smiled. “Maybe I simply want that ass, since I was denied access the first time.”

On their illicit date-night, she’d been all but ready to grant him access, but now her anus puckered tight, so great was her rage. “That’s it? You’re threatening me with an illegal sex tape so you can have round two? Did it occur to you to ask first, or do you prefer the blackmail route for kicks?”

“You made it clear that our night was a strict one-off,” he reminded her. “However I’m being disingenuous. Highly enjoyable though our evening together was, this is about more than me and you.” He strolled to the shelf below his twin TV screens and picked up a second control. “It’s also about this young lady here.” He clicked and the screen on the left flicked into operation, its pixels showing off a comely naked blonde with whom Amanda was all too familiar. The girl was frozen on-screen in a moment of enthusiastic cowgirl sex.

Oh God, Christina, no…

“It started as a bit of one-upmanship between my nephew Josh and me, that night we all met in the house of bratwurst. I know, I know… Boys will be boys. We hatched a wager regarding which of us would be first to deliver a fuck inside one of you and agreed that evidence should be submitted. Now I knew you wouldn’t knowingly let yourself be captured on camera, but your pretty student, it turns out, had no such reservations.”

He clicked and a sexy horror played out before Amanda’s eyes. Christina was riding some anonymous cock with abandon, breasts bouncing like ripe fruit before the camera’s greedy gaze. More than that, she was staring directly into the camera’s lens as she took her fill.

“Go on, you want to be a slut for the camera, don’t you?” a voice, clearly that of Josh, was encouraging her.

“Oh fuck yes, I do…”

She molested her own body shamelessly as she undulated on him, lost in carnal joy. Her sexuality consumed her; in that moment consequences had ceased to matter.

“Keep your eyes on that camera,” her manipulative lover urged. “Say it again, Christina, say ‘I’m a naughty cheating slut and I love it.'”

Oh Christina, you silly, stupid girl, no!

But the blond schoolgirl focused through the arousal that threatened to overtake her and spoke straight onto camera, her voice thick with lustful conviction. “I’m a naughty cheating slut and I fucking love it.” Shortly after she came epically, the fleshy delights of her body shuddering for the viewer as she continued to be shafted from below.

Gavin froze the moment, so that both student and teacher were suspended in the throes of their guilty pleasure. “She’s a splendidly developed young woman, isn’t she? In all sorts of ways. Not unlike her teacher in that regard—all bounce and verve. Shame you haven’t taught her any lessons in discretion though.”

Amanda was speechless. Christina’s quandary of whether or not to accept a saucy modelling gig had become, if the girl but knew it, the least of her worries. A trap was closing on teacher and student together and for all Amanda’s worldliness, she could do nothing to stop it slamming shut around them.

“You can argue all you like about legalities when it comes to the other tape,” Gavin continued with relentless enjoyment, “but your silly girl here went and made a sex video with a guy she hardly knew. Teenagers, eh? Always living in the moment with no thought as to how it might affect their future. I mean there’s nothing to stop my nephew from turning Little Miss Fuck-toy into an internet phenomenon. He’s a reckless young man and I’ve a feeling he’ll do exactly that, if he doesn’t get what he wants. If we don’t get what we want.” His gaze met Amanda’s. Along with his voice, it was deadly in earnest.

She swallowed her contempt for him and what he was contemplating doing to poor Christina, him and his rotten nephew. The situation’s practicalities needed to be faced squarely. “So what do you want? There, I’ve asked. I know you’ve been looking forward to telling me.”

“I have been, Amanda. I think Josh’s young-man zest is getting to me. We want a double-date with our two cheating girls. One night of ‘anything goes’ with the boys calling all the shots. You might get to drink a few of those, if it’ll help the evening swing.”

“I think it might be better if I kept a clear head,” Amanda said darkly. “When you say ‘one night’…”

“I mean exactly that. I’m not a man to overplay my hand. Go along with this and the copies of both recordings are yours. You’ll never have to hear of it again.”

“Yes, and how do I know that for sure? That neither you nor he will go back on your word?”

“Well ultimately you don’t, but I tend not to try and relive experiences and I encourage Josh to be the same. I’m not malicious, I’m simply a man who enjoys his pleasures. My nephew’s turning out the same. We want to forge a memory—teacher and her hot student together—and we want to forge it tonight.”

“Tonight?” She found herself flicking through options of what to tell Rob. They had nothing in particular arranged, but still …

“Young Christina has already been notified of the plan—or at least part of it, she doesn’t know yet that you’re going to be here—so it’s all in motion. Know this,” he said, his voice hardening slightly. “I don’t particularly want either of those recordings to go public, but I’ll make sure it happens, if only to prove a point to myself.”

Amanda stared, hoping the strength her bitterness would seep into him. “You’re an unspeakable fucker.”

He smiled and moved so close to her that she trembled, mostly but not entirely with rage. “You say that, Mandy, but deep down there’s something different going on and we both know it.”

“There’s nothing else…”

“I’ve seen it.” He didn’t touch her, he simply spoke the words in her ear, while she fought their potency. “I’ve seen what an insatiable fucking freak you are. There’s a secret part of you at war with all the rest, that’s getting off on this right now. That’s loving the potential of this moment.”

“You think I love it that you’re doing this?”

“I think you will love it, whether or not you want to. You’ll love that I’ve stripped away every reason for you not to get it on with that pretty blonde student of yours, not to enjoy the nasty fucking night of your life. I’m giving you a gift.”

“You don’t really believe that.” Amanda’s whole body cringed in resistance to the thought. “You think I’m happy to see a young girl in my charge blackmailed and…”

“That silly foolish young girl who needs teaching a lesson?” He laughed. “Absolutely. Help her through it, Mandy. The only way you can save her is by fucking her. How sweet is that? And she wants it too. That night at the restaurant it was plain to see—deep down she so wants teacher.”

Amanda fought off all that threatened to compromise her hatred of this man. “God, you motherfucker…”

“You can rail against me all you like, Miss Winter. And you’ll never give me the satisfaction of saying it … But secretly this makes you drip.”

Amanda’s anger spiked and her hand whipped across Gavin’s face, leaving an angry red mark. He didn’t flinch, but his eyes creased with a gratified smile.

“Well if those beautiful nipples weren’t hard before, they most certainly are now.” Resentment flamed in her cheeks. His comment was right on the money and it made her despise him even more. “Your phone’s buzzing,” he pointed out. She felt for it in her shoulder bag, sensing that whoever the caller, this was going to be one tricky conversation. It didn’t help that the bastard was standing so close, radiating delight at her predicament. Damn—Christina’s name flashed on the read-out.

Okay, here goes.

“Hello?”

“Miss? Miss Winter?” Her student’s voice was distraught. “Oh God, Miss, I’m in so much trouble, I don’t know what to do. I didn’t know who else to talk to. I’ve been so stupid, you’ve no idea.”

Oh, I’ve got a much better idea than you think. “Go on, tell me all about it.” Might as well hear her side.

She got the whole fraught and tearful story, how Christina hadn’t realised there was really a camera and thought she was playing along with a sexy role-play. How could any girl be so unfeasibly stupid? But then Amanda was hardly in a position to judge right now. She let the story run its course, wondering how she had landed herself in such a crazy situation, and how uncle and nephew could turn out to be such a pair of scheming bastards.

“He’s set up some kind of foursome, he says.” Christina’s voice was a whisper, like she was trying not to be heard. “And I’ve got to be a part of it, or the tape is going to start showing up everywhere. It’s terrible, Miss. I don’t even know who the others are…”

“I know.”

“It could be anyone. Some other couple, he says. He’s planned it with some other guy, but I don’t know…”

“Christina, I know.”

“You… You know what?”

“Who the other couple is,” Amanda said wearily. “Sweetheart, it seems you and I have both been very careless girls.”

“Miss? What? What’s going on? I don’t understand.”

Amanda took a firm line to cut through the student’s confusion. “Hon, it’s no good explaining here. We’re both in trouble and we need to help each other out. You have to trust me on this. From what I know of your tape there’s only one course of action—you’ve got to bite this bullet and go through with it.” She glanced at Gavin and bridled at his amusement. “Tell Josh to take you to the following address—nine, Rosewood Apartments, Arcadia Street, Putney. It’s a show-house for a new set of housing units. I have a key to it and there are no cameras there.” She looked again to Gavin, who considered a moment without losing his smile, before nodding.

“If I’m not already there,” Amanda concluded, “I will be shortly after. No fuss,” she ordered as Christina began to protest, “no more tears and histrionics. We’ve made our bed and we’re damn well going to have to lie in it.” Maybe literally. “You’ve got those details?”

She had to repeat them for the baffled teen, but finally seemed to get through. How lucky was it, that she’d promised her estate-agent friend Susan to tour people around number nine while she was on holiday? She terminated the call before Christina could gabble any more questions.

“There. Happy? Good night’s work so far?”

“Promising.” Gavin looked truly impressed. “You see that’s why I like you, Amanda. You don’t waste any time in weighing up a situation.”

The teacher wished she could weigh up a solution in which she kept her clothes on and erased the smile from Gavin’s face, but there was none that she could find in time. “And you don’t object to a change of venue?”

“No, I fully understand your reservations regarding holding our soiree here,” he said. “However I’ve got one other demand from which I want no shying away.”

“Go on. Surprise me.”

He departed the living-space and returned a moment later, dangling his surprise from one finger. “I want you to wear this.”

Holland Park College’s head of modern languages stared in disbelief at her costume for the evening. Was this some kind of fluke, or did he know? She looked up at Gavin, shaking her head. “No way. No way, you have got to be joking.”

The bastard was lapping up her reaction. He tossed the articles to her and smiled a grim smile. “Do I look like I’m fucking joking? We’ve got a long evening ahead, Mandy, and I don’t want to waste any more time. So go get changed. I want you properly in character.”

TO BE CONTINUED