She climbed onto the bed, stretching in a seductive feline manner. She then appeared to mouth something to someone off-screen.

Moments later, another woman appeared. She was a black woman with a svelte appearance and lithe, colt-like limbs. Of a similar age and with comparably attractive looks, she too was wearing a set of highly revealing lingerie, although hers was white in colour. She climbed onto the bed and the two women immediately began to kiss and fondle each other.

Bailey swallowed as she watched, finding that her throat had gone dry, the small laptop screen pulsating with the erotic writhing of the two women on the bed.

It was a show they were putting on and they were doing it very well. However, they didn’t appear to be playing to the camera, having not acknowledged its presence in any way. By the static position of the camera and its grainy quality, Bailey sensed that it was small in nature and probably concealed.

Breaking off from their copulation, the black woman looked up with her dark doe-like eyes, turned her head to her right and beckoned with an alluring slender finger.

Seconds later, a man joined the fray. Middle-aged with neatly combed grey hair and a generous tan, he was clad in just a pair of white boxer shorts and black socks. It appeared that he had been the intended audience of their Sapphic display.

He eagerly clambered onto the bed, positioning himself between the two women, who then started to kiss and caress him passionately. He looked as happy as a pig in mud.

Bailey was transfixed, strangely fascinated, and perhaps a little repulsed, as these two stunning young women lavished themselves upon this less attractive older man. They appeared to be expert at what they were doing and Bailey got the impression they did this for a living, which meant they were either porn actresses or prostitutes, or possibly both.

They undressed the man completely and then they too peeled off their lingerie so that all three of them were naked. A long and energetic bout of three-way sex then followed. And it was towards the end of this session that Bailey noticed an interesting detail that confirmed what she was beginning to suspect.

The blonde woman sat up for a moment while the man was slobbering over her black companion. She flicked her sweat-soaked hair out of her face and just for a fraction of a second her gaze flickered directly into the camera. It was enough for Bailey to realise that she was aware of its existence.

By now it had become quite clear to Bailey what this was. It was a sex tape and it was being secretly recorded without the knowledge of at least one of the participants. It was prime blackmail material and she was guessing that the man was the target.

Bailey absently fiddled with her loose-hanging lock of hair, as she was wont to do when trying to solve a puzzle. What was Adrian’s connection to this sex tape? Was this part of some scheme he’d been running? Was this the reason he’d been blown up? Discovering the sex tape had thrown up more questions than answers.