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Undercover 05


By Katzmarek


Part 5


The 'bottle blond' woman turned down the alley and stopped
outside the anonymous shed. Her tight top was cut off just above
her navel. Her low slung jeans left a band of bare midriff.


With effort, she pulled the old sliding door ajar, just enough
for her to slip through.


The interior of the shed was lit with hanging lamps. In the
middle, an old Chevrolet Impala was hoisted up to shoulder level
on a new-looking jack. A slim man, dressed in overalls was
stooped underneath.


"Nice buns!" the woman said.


"Shit! Don't you ever knock?" the man said, turning around,
suddenly.


"Guilty conscience?"


"Look who's talking?"


"Why? What have I done," the woman asked in mock outrage.


"Consorting with known felons. Your bosses wouldn't like that."


"I'd better tell them then. Let's see... 'Contrary to the Motor
Trades Act 19 something or rather, Gerald Gustaf Hanlon did
conduct a business repairing and dealing in motor vehicles
without due registration and a license to conduct such trade.
Operating as a Motor Mechanic without a Trade Certificate..." the
woman recited with mock seriousness.


"Yeah, yeah. We all know you fuck the Book of Criminal Case Law
every night... What the hell are you doing here, anyway? I
thought you were on day shift for the next month."


"1/2 day in lieu. I thought I'd come around and watch your arse
for a couple of hours."


The woman strolled up and patted Jerry on the bottom. Jerry
yanked on the end of wrench that spun out of his hand and fell
with a clang to the concrete floor.


"Shit! Now look what you made me do," Jerry grumbled.


"Hungry?" asked the woman.


"Why?"


"Do you want to grab a bite, I want to talk."


Jerry got out from under the car and made to hold the woman.
Looking at the oil on his hands, he bent forward instead and gave
her a peck on the lips.


"What about?" Jerry asked, "not another, 'deep and meaningful'
Chris?"


The policewoman chuckled and shook her head,


"Save that to later, honey. Can't blame a girl for trying to make
an honest man out of you? No, I want to talk about Jess... and
Gray."


"Oh no, not again. Shit! Will you stop trying to matchmake. I
tell you, Gray is a lost cause. He's got too much pride and
decency."


"We'll see."


"He's always been the same, that guy. You shit on him once and
you never get another chance. Also... he's just not good with
women, y'know?" 


"Why?"


"His old lady died when he was a baby... brought up by his dad.
Then he went to a boy's boarding school, I don't think he saw a
girl until he went to University."


"Well he wrote all those romance novels..."


"Yeah, sure. But it was all in his head, see? His fantasies, he
just wrote down all his dreams because that was all he had to go
on."


"You telling me he's never had a girlfriend? At 40?"


"Not sure. He never had any since I knew him... um, I think he
did have a thing for a neighbour's daughter, when he was a
teenager. I remember him telling me once when we were drunk
together. He used to write her letters and drop them in her
letterbox. He was too scared to ask her out. I think they became,
like, friends, with Gray wanting to jump her and she thinking of
him as a brother. Poor bastard!"


"So he's still a virgin?" Chris asked Jerry in surprise.


"Nah... he pays for it. That's why he goes for holidays in the
islands. Walks into the hotel and books room service... 17, dark
hair and big tits. Then he gets home and writes some more porno.
He calls that research.


I asked him once whether I could come along and do some research
too. He told me I had to pay for myself! Tight bastard! Ow,
bitch!"


Chris slapped him on the arm.


"Slip out of those overalls and come and have some lunch... my
shout," Chris said.


The pub had a sprinkling of local residents and workers from the
light industries thereabouts. The neighbourhood consisted of
low-rent housing and repair shops, motor re-builders and light
manufacturing enterprises.


Quite a few of the pub patrons were gang members, the Blacks,
because this was their territory. Being technically 'unemployed'
they spent a lot of time there.


In fact, the pub was a handy place for them to conduct
'business.'


As Jerry and Chris entered, they were only given a cursory
glance, Jerry was a well known face.


"Jerry, I really don't think I should be in here," Chris told
him.


"It's alright babe, we'll go out the back bar, they serve lunch
there. Mostly workers having a liquid lunch."


Near the back wall of the front bar, a large figure moved towards
the side door. His dreadlocks hung almost to his waist, cascading
over his black leather jacket. Hanging loose about his shoulders
was a sleeveless jean-jacket of indeterminate colour.  On his
back was the faded patch with the logo, 'Black Power, New
Zealand.'
On the bottom of the patch, the motto was repeated in the Maori
language, 'Te Mana Mangu, Aotearoa.'


The man slipped out the door unobserved and turned up the alley.
At the back was a large rubbish skip. The man stopped and leant
against it, he looked back down the alley, then took out his cell
phone.


Jess Dayshe had finished night shift that morning. She'd woken up
about 2 in the afternoon and poured herself a bath. She carefully
lowered herself into the hot water, foaming with bubbles. Taking
a deep breath of the scent steaming off the water, she shut her
eyes and luxuriated in the sensations.


Over the last three months since returning to general duties,
Jess had been assigned to all sections, two weeks at a time. She
was currently working the 'graveyard' shift, 11pm till 6am, on
'incident' patrol. She'd found this the most exhausting and
fulfilling of her short career.


Two 'I cars' covered the whole of the central city. They
responded to all emergencies reported to the 'incident' room,
domestics, burglaries, and accidents and assisted the traffic
section with drunks and speedsters.


It often got quite stressful out there on patrol and Jess valued
her 'down time' and the relaxation afforded by a hot bath.


In the three months since her aborted 'undercover' operation she
had not laid eyes on Gray Treadwell. She'd heard a rumour that
he'd gone off to the islands for the summer. Occasionally the
patrol car had passed Gray's house on the esplanade and it had
seemed to Jess that it was all shut up. She had seen no lights
on.


Warren Hastings of the Drugs Section had told her they believed
he'd 'done a runner' and gone to ground for a while.


Jess still believed Gray had been innocent of all wrong doing all
along and had been playing a stupid game with the police that had
got out of hand. Hastings still disputed this, claiming Gray had
behaved all along like a big time criminal.


Jess hadn't dated since Gray, which was hardly dating anyhow.
She'd been so busy and she lacked the time or the motivation to
play the mating game.


Chris, her flatmate, on the other hand, had a mystery boyfriend
whom she hadn't met yet. This was unusual for her, as she'd never
shown any reluctance to parade her latest 'squeeze' for all to
see before. Unusually, Chris had never brought him back to the
flat. 


Jess should have been curious, but she'd been too busy to really
care.


She envied Chris in a way. Her friend would come home just as
Jess was finishing work, having spent the night with her
boyfriend. Chris would have that flushed, 'just been fucked' look
about her as she changed to begin her day shift.


Jess began to experience that familiar horny feeling as the
tension in her body began to ease. Her nipples started to tingle
and an itch grew between her thighs.


In the privacy of the bathroom, she ran her fingertips over her
breasts and squeezed her thighs together.


She fantasised about being taken, unwilling from behind. The
scene was a spa pool and her 'stranger' slips into the water
while she was dozing. There he was, her faceless stranger
swimming underwater to her, right between her thighs. 


She felt his tongue on her. She'd never had anyone go down on her
before, only in her dreams. Now this faceless stranger was
lapping her pussy and stroking her legs.


The stranger's teeth raked over her pussy sending jolts of
electricity radiating out, through her body.


Jess ran her hands over her flat stomach, scooping up handfuls of
foam. Lifting her knees, she ran her fingers up the insides of
her thighs, gradually working towards her brown thatch.


She dreamt how she woke to find her stranger standing up in front
of her. His foot-long erection staring her in the face.


"What? Who?" she exclaimed.


But she was silenced when the stranger pushed that monster of a
cock into her mouth. She gagged as he stroked it deeper until it
hit the back of her throat.


He pinched and pulled her nipples until they ached.


The she was bent over the side of the spa on her front and he was
stretching her pussy open with the huge burning thing.


His balls slapped against her thighs, she could feel his crinkly
pubic hair on her arse each time he thrust forward.


"NO... oh god no..." she screamed, but no one could hear her.


Jess's middle finger worked furiously on her little button. She
threw her head back as she began to reach towards her orgasm.


"Oh... oh... uuuhhh... ooohhh," Jess came powerfully, thrusting
her lower body upwards towards her hand.


The water slopped and slapped her body and spilled onto the
floor.


After while the water cooled and Jess lifted herself out of the
bath and reached for her large towel. Her legs ached as did her
hand, but she felt much more relaxed.


Gray Treadwell typed quickly into his notebook perched on his
lap. He was hardly aware of the voice telling him to put on his
seat belt and fold up his table.


Although officially retired, he sometimes felt the compulsion to
write, but this time without deadlines and nagging publishers.


Especially after his stay in the islands, he had a lot to write
about. As he put away his notebook and prepared for landing he
was still dreaming of his latest 'conquest.'


Her name was Mina, or at least that was what she said. She was
short, a little dumpy, perhaps, with a pillow of a bust. She wore
her long, thick, dark hair loose down her back. Her scent
reminded him of fresh mango.


She was tense when he moved behind her on the hotel balcony.
Although the tourist enclave was separate from the village, many
of the locals wandered the beach well into the evening. They
watched the young teenagers cavorting in the surf and Gray got
the impression she'd rather be down there with them.


Mina had to keep this aspect of her job at the hotel a secret
from the family. Such behaviour, that she was about to indulge
in, would earn a thorough beating for both of them from the young
men of her extended family.


Not that she saw much wrong with pleasing the guests in such a
way. It gave her a financial independence she'd otherwise only
dream about. She could offer the expected 50% of her 'normal'
wages to her family, as was the custom, secure in the knowledge
she was building up a little nest egg for her eventual escape to
the big city, over the water.


Mina had been assured by Tali, the hotel manager, that Gray was a
kind, generous and very wealthy man. One who gave no trouble to
the escorts and treated them with respect.


"An old customer, very trustworthy," he'd said.


Mina was told by Tali, that Gray liked to seduce a 'nice' girl
and was told not to be too 'slutty.' Nevertheless, she felt
nervous there on the balcony with them in plain view of the
people from the village.


When Gray pressed himself behind her and slipped his arms around
her waist, she smiled and moved away. He took her into the room
and pulled the drapes. He then insisted they dance together.


Gray was quite a bit taller than Mina and his cheek came level to
the top of her head. As they swayed together to the music, Gray
held her close. Not wanting to be in too much of a hurry, Gray
took his time, bending down and nuzzling her neck through her
hair.


Slowly Gray moved her face up with his hand and looked into her
eyes. Running his hands through her thick hair, they danced like
that for a while.


Mina looked back at Gray, uncertainly. She didn't really like
being kissed by her clients, not 'real' kisses. That was to be
reserved for her future husband, for someone she loved. This
wasn't love, she told herself, only business.


She shut her eyes as Gray's lips descended to touch her lightly
on the forehead.


"You're beautiful," he murmured.


Although her English was limited, Mina understood what he'd said
and it pleased her. He had such a nice voice, she thought.


She was a little more relaxed when Gray bent and kissed her on
the nose. A light feathery brush of his lips, which made her nose
itch. She took her hand from around Gray's waist and rubbed it,
smiling.


As Gray's face descended again, she guessed he was going for her
lips and tried to turn away. Gray caught her cheek with his hand
and turned her onto his lips. 


It was another 'brush' and Mina didn't mind. She didn't mind when
his hands began to wander down her back. He was so gentle it made
her skin tingle.


His hands slowly caressed all around her body and came to rest on
either side of her breasts. Gray looked down into her cleavage
and grinned in approval.


Mina liked her large breasts. It was what the customers wanted,
well most of them. Like many Polynesian girls, they had developed
early, since she was barely 11, and now, 4 years later, swelled
invitingly from her chest.


Of course, to go with her chest, she'd grown hips to match and,
as one European Gent had told her, she had a 'Rubinesque' body.


This time, Gray knelt down in front of her so her breasts were at
eye level. Her colourful island top was held together with a sash
and exposed an appreciable amount of cleavage.


Mina lifted up her chin as Gray started from her neck and nibbled
his way into the valley. His thumbs worked their way over her
tits, seeking the little bumps of her nipples.


Mina had known since the age of 11 that if she'd stayed in the
village, she would end up becoming a sex toy. She knew this the
first time the village Pastor had taken her into the back room of
the church and masturbated over her.


Her protected world had collapsed, then. The Pastor was the
nearest thing to 'god in the flesh' in her culture, and here he
was, looking ridiculous as he rubbed his thick cock in front of
her and getting her to expose her front for him.


Then it was an Uncle who took her virginity down by the banks of
the swamp. It was a brother who taught her how to suck cock and a
sister who taught her how to bring herself pleasure, then got her
to practice on her.


Gray had popped one of her breasts out and was kissing and
licking it. Mina was glad he was so gentle with her. She didn't
like the demanding, forceful types who bit her and mauled her
roughly.


He lapped at her nipple before putting it in his mouth to suck.
Mina felt a little trickle between her legs and realised she was
becoming aroused. Her legs were going weak on her and, realising
this, Gray helped her to the bed.


Her customers rarely excited Mina, for the most part she detached
herself from what was happening, but this guy was hitting her in
all the right spots.


She decided that, just the once, she'd let him kiss her on the
mouth. After he'd stripped off his shirt she motioned him to lie
beside her.


She was please to see his chest had sparse hair, the 'ruggy'
types made her skin itch. She turned to him and drew his face
towards her. Gray eagerly accepted the invitation and joined her
open mouth with his own.


Gray's lips were moist as he ground them rhythmically against
Mina's. She found the same rhythm and pulled his head harder
against her. Their tongues sought each other's and twisted and
probed together.


Mina felt Gray's hands tugging on her wrap-around skirt and
shifted her body to allow him to pull it open. His fingers then
explored all around her upper thighs and broad bottom before
coming to rest on her panty-covered mound.


Mina fucked her customers from on top. That way she could control
the action and she had a way of wriggling her bottom that brought
the guy to completion, quickly. Very rarely would she let the guy
get on top of her, she didn't like being pinned down by
strangers.


She discarded her clothing, except for the panties, and sat on
gray's legs. She bent forward and wriggled her twin jugs to
Gray's delight. She allowed him to caress and squeeze them
again.


Gray's cock tented his pants right in front of her and she traced
the outline with her fingertips. Rubbing it with the palm of her
hand, she smiled in appreciation, it was what the customers
liked.


Gray watched her as she stepped aside and undid his pants. While
she was pushing them down his legs, he fingered her on the lower
part of her bottom. She giggled and moved away, it was too
sensitive.


Resuming her position, Mina slowly jacked him. She adopted that
'appreciative' look, one of the tricks of the trade, even though
cocks looked pretty much the same to her.


Sliding down Gray's legs, she lowered her mouth to his tool and
licked up the underside. She nibbled and sucked, first one ball,
then the other, then up until eventually, she popped him in her
mouth.


'Blowing' the customer was just another aspect of the job for
Mina and she couldn't say it did anything for her, particularly.
The clients liked it and they were the one's paying.


After bringing him to full attention with her mouth, Mina
vigourously stroked him until he was just about ready. She then
slid a condom on him and brought herself up until her pussy
hovered just above it. She was about to lower herself down onto
him when he stopped her.


Gray indicated for her to lie back and put her feet up. Although
she was dubious about it, she complied, because he was such a
nice man.


Gray got between her legs and ran his fingers through her bush.


Mina never trimmed or shaved her thick pubic hair. It wasn't an
island tradition for girls to do that and the island guys like
their women to have hair, on their heads and between their
thighs.


She watched nervously as Gray explored her 'forest.' She was
inexperienced with European men and she'd heard lots of stories
about their various 'kinks.'


When Gray began to kiss down the inside of her thighs, she
realised he was going to lick her, 'down there.'
She had a couple of men 'go down' on her in the past and it
hadn't really done much for her. She obediently spread her legs
wide when Gray neared his goal.


As he explored her pasture with his tongue Mina gasped andsaid,


"Yes, oh baby."


It was one of the things she says when a client was trying to
please her.


But this client seemed to be worshiping her sex. Reverently
probing every nook and cranny gently and thoroughly, Gray
continued to lick and nibble her, long after she expected him to
want sex.


Gray pushed a finger into her and was moving it in and out, in
time with his questing tongue. She couldn't help but be turned on
and, before long, she was panting and gasping for real. Mina
wanted something bigger than his finger, urgency she had rarely
experienced.


"You lie down... oh..." she panted, but Gray continued on.


Mina was experiencing mini-orgasms now, but still Gray wouldn't
let her up and lie down for her. She tried to push his head away
but he held on. His tongue was now quickly flicking her clitoris
sending Mina jolts of pleasure through her body.


"No... oh... no... stop... oh... oh... I do you... oh...
please... stop..."


Then Gray was up on top of her. Before she could push him away,
he'd slid into her gaping pussy to the hilt. He hammered into her
mercilessly, his face inches from her own, and sparks were going
off everywhere inside her body. He'd pause and she tried to pull
him back inside her. Then when she was practically crying out
with lust, he'd slam back into her.


Mina thrashed against him, gabbling in Samoan and her little
English as she came, time and again. She'd never had a fuck like
this before.


Eventually Gray grunted and groaned and she felt his penis pulse
within her. She was climbing to another plateau and, seeing this,
Gray helped her with his finger.


She had another. half an hour later, when Gray took her doggy
style. Even though it was not so intense, the very memory of her
first time with him pushed her over the top.


By the time it was time for him to go back home, Mina was
hopelessly in love with him. She'd let him kiss her on the mouth,
open wide and often.


As the plane landed, Gray hoped that things would be quieter from
now on.


Meanwhile, across town, when Chris arrived for work she was
greeted by a note left on her workstation. It was from Ted
Sperle, asking her to see him in an interview room.


She was puzzled by the request, she didn't work in his department
and she wondered what he had to see her about.


Sperle was stony-faced when she entered the room. Chris was
gripped with a foreboding in her stomach,


'This doesn't look good,' she told herself.


Gray collected his mail as he got home. His motorcycle dealer
told him his brand new, hand-built Mondial had arrived from
Italy. The model with the Honda SP2 engine, Gray liked histoys.


He next made a call to Mina but, the combination of poor phone
lines and a lack of knowledge of each other's language, meant
there were long spells of listening to static. He gave up after a
while.


"Pity," he said.
Part 6 follows.


Katzmarek 










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