He subsided into the arm chair opposite and steepled his fingers, preparatory to making his first line of attack.
‘Mind if I wash my hands?’ She pre-empted him, her eyes alight with devilment. ‘My fingers have been where a good girl’s fingers shouldn’t go this morning, if you catch my drift. S’OK, I know where the downstairs lavvy is. Wait a mo.’
She got up and scampered off, leaving Adam utterly disarmed and with an erection he couldn’t do anything about.
He prayed silently, head in hands, until Evie’s absence became conspicuous by its duration. Had she walked out?
Erection successfully banished by devout thoughts, he went to investigate.
He found her in the kitchen with her aunt. Both of them stopped talking the moment he appeared and looked at the floor.
‘Evie,’ he said, as sternly as he could. ‘We haven’t had our talk yet. Bring the tea things through, Mrs Witts.’
His second attempt began with a little more success. Once tea was poured and Mrs Witts dispensed with, he leant forward and gave Evie a long, hard look.
‘What do you think I want to talk to you about?’
‘Flowers? I’m good at flower arranging.’
‘Not flowers. I’m worried about you, Evie. Deeply concerned.’
‘You want to put me out of your head, vicar. I’m never going to be anything but what I am. I enjoy life, I don’t hurt nobody, I don’t start wars nor tell people what they can and can’t do. I reckon that makes me OK.’
‘OK? You, you’re a pornographic …’ He couldn’t complete the sentence.
She shrugged. ‘I’ve fucked a few people on camera. Sorry, God. Please don’t smite me now.’
He put down his tea. His hand was shaking too much to hold the handle steady.
‘Do you truly see nothing wrong in what you do?’
‘Wrong? Let me see. You tell me what’s wrong with this. After I got to Kasia and Seb’s last night, I got changed into a little bikini thing, all spangly it was, just a little G-string and the bra top had cut-outs where the nipples peeked out. We were doing a poolside scene, see.’
Adam thought, recognised, knew he should stop her. But the words wouldn’t form.
‘Now, I wasn’t in no fit state for full-on shagging. You know why. Don’t you?’
Adam spilled his tea, starting forward as if stung. She knew he’d been watching her at her cornfield orgy?
‘Don’t try and deny it, you dirty sod. Voyeur, that’s what you are. But don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul. Just like I won’t let on about you laying a finger on me in the churchyard. All your secrets are safe with me, vicar.’
She winked, watching him splutter and struggle to find a repudiation until she seemed to tire of the scene and continued.
‘Anyway, my cunt weren’t looking too clever, so we decided to do a girl on girl scene. Me and Bellissima – that’s Kasia’s girlfriend and co-star. She ain’t really called Bellissima. Her real name’s Shyanne and she’s from Croydon. Artistic license, though. I call myself Angel Harp. Dunno why, just sounds nice.’
She laughed. He was having difficulty masking his horror and dismay.
‘I know it’s a bit inappropriate. An angel is the last thing I am. But it’s pretty. Like me. Do you think I’m pretty, vicar?’
She didn’t wait for a reply.
‘Anyway, back to the poolside. Me and Bellissima were sitting on the edge of the pool, making out. She’s got a pierced tongue and I love the way it feels when she pushes it all round the inside of my mouth. I like to flick the tip of my tongue over it, all smooth it is. So we were really getting into it, deep kissing, and we started feeling each other’s tits, pulling down the bikini tops, though she didn’t have to do that, what with my nipples poking out anyway. Can be a bit rough sometimes, Bel, and she was twisting them a bit, but I just stroked hers. Gorgeous, they are, really full, I think she’s a double E cup.’
Adam uttered a bleat of “Stop” but it was so weak Evie didn’t hear it. Or perhaps she pretended not to.
‘They felt all heavy in my hands and I just wanted to squeeze. When Seb’s filming, he likes to leave the action to us, let us take it where we want to go. We have directions that we know about before we start – like, we knew how the scene was going to end. But just for now, we were having fun, exploring each other’s bodies. Her skin’s so smooth and sleek, it’s golden brown, you know, almost shines. Anyway, she was first with the hand down the bikini briefs. She took off her false nails before we started, thank God, so her hand just slipped in there, nice and easy. I spread my legs for her and she rubbed my clit nice and slow, still with her tongue in my mouth, frenching me for all she was worth.
‘I started to feel like she was getting all the control, ’cos she can be a bit of a bossy bitch sometimes, and I wasn’t having that. I wanted to be the dominant one in this scene. So I took her hand out and smacked it and pushed her down on the tiles.