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Undercover 08
By Katzmarek
Author's note
This work remains the property of the author and can't be used
for gain without the author's express consent in writing.
This story is fiction of a sexual nature. If you are liable to be
offended or it is illegal to view such literature then pass on,
friend.
Any views expressed or implied do not represent the personal
opinions of the author.
Part 8
"Moses A'oka is Treadwell's man in Tonga," Sperle said, bursting
into the squad room.
"What!" said Hastings, looking up from his pile of paperwork.
"That guy who's just been arrested in Nuku'alofa. He's
Treadwell's man... funnels his bribes for him... I'm getting the
stuff from the Tongan police. We've got the bastard now. When he
goes down, he'll take Treadwell with him."
"Can I see," Hastings said, reaching out for the piece of paper
in Sperle's hand. Taking it, he quickly scanned the text.
"Palace Guard, sir. Says so at the top, look!" the young
detective pointed out to his chief.
"So?"
"Well... it's a bit strange, sir. Why would they be sending you
information on Treadwell?"
"Who cares, if it checks out..."
"I got a bit of stuff from the Internet... about the politics
over there... very interesting."
"Another time, Hastings. I have a job for you... you're going to
Nuku'alofa... it's okayed from upstairs. Find out what you can.
I've sent a request via the High Commission for an interview with
A'oka. The boss said it'd probably be okayed. You're leaving
tomorrow morning, go home and pack your suntan."
"Yes sir."
At Jerry Hanlon's house, Jess covered her face with her hands as
the door opened. Gray grinned sheepishly as Jerry and his
girlfriend Chris stood in front of them and clapped, laughing.
"Nice going, stud!" Jerry congratulated his friend.
"Are you ok, Jess?" Chris asked, grinning, "I'm sorry, love, but
god...it was so funny."
"You heard everything?" Jess asked in a small voice.
"Everything but the smiles, kids," boomed Jerry.
"Jokes over, Jerry," said Gray, "the room?"
"Down the hall... second on your left... no bugs... haha."
"C'mon," said Chris to her lover, "we're going for a walk...
leave them in peace. We can have that chat, can't we?"
Chris wore a long T-shirt over her nakedness. It fell just below
her hips. Her large breasts wobbled when she shook with laughter,
indicating she hadn't a bra on.
"You're going out like that," Jerry asked in surprise.
"Of course not, fool. We're going to get changed first, C'mon."
"Have fun, kids," said Jerry as he and Chris walked back to the
bedroom, cuddling.
Gray and Jess walked towards the spare room. Gray had his arm
around her shoulders.
"Am I red? That was so embarrassing."
"Let me see... red as a beetroot," announced Gray, " and
incredibly cute..."
Jess smiled and hugged Gray, tighter.
They entered the spare room and shut the door. Jess went to the
other side of the bed and turned down the covers. She was nervous
and held her robe tight about her.
Gray flung off his robe and moved to the side of the bed. Jess
saw he was still hard.
"Are you getting in?" he said, seeing Jess hesitate.
"Have you got everything?" she asked.
"All here," he said.
Gray put the condoms, the beer and his pack of cigarettes on the
side stand and walked around the bed to Jess. He put his hands on
her shoulders and bent to kiss her.
After the kiss, Jess put her head down.
"I'm sorry," she said, "gone off the boil a bit."
"Second thoughts?"
"No I... just them listening to us... dampened things. And this,"
she said making a sweeping gesture around the room, "well... it's
not spontaneous anymore."
"Does it need to be spontaneous?" Gray asked, holding her and
looking into her eyes.
"I... "
"Hop into bed... we can just cuddle for a while... if you like,"
Gray suggested.
"Thanks Gray... I'd like that." Jess relaxed.
Gray got into bed and Jess followed, still in her robe. They
pulled up the covers and snuggled.
"This is nice," Jess said.
"Sorry?" Gray asked.
"Um... me... no, it was nice... in the spa... just so
uncomfortable."
"You were hot!" Gray said.
Jess chuckled,
"Was I?"
"Hmm, hmm."
"Just the moment... I think. You were not bad yourself. Where did
you learn to do that... with your tongue?"
"That would be telling... Where did you learn how to give a
blowjob?"
"Touch. It wasn't practice I can tell you that. You're a very
talented man, Gray Treadwell."
Jess smiled into Gray's eyes. He kissed her.
"Hmm... Let me tell you," Jess said to Gray, "I was very close,
back there... No-one's got me that hot before... a few more
minutes... seconds and you would have been the first guy to give
me an orgasm."
"Really?" Gray said in surprise, " you've never come, ever?"
"Of course I have... I just use my fingers, like everyoneelse."
Gray kissed her again, more passionately.
"Hmm, you kiss so well, Gray," Jess said, squirming her body.
"Interested, again?" Gray asked.
"Maybe... a little warmer..."
Gray kissed her long and hard. He wormed his hand inside Jess's
robe and sought out her breasts. When he withdrew from her mouth,
Jess was panting. His hand stayed where it was.
"Hotter?" he asked.
Feeling Gray's erection against her leg, Jess said,
"Gray... I... you can finish in me... if you wish... I mean,
you've been... like that... all this time..."
"Jess," said Gray, tutting, "why don't you just ask me to fuck
you?"
Jess's face reddened, embarrassed.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she replied, pinching him,
"well? Are you going to do it?"
"Got to get myself in the mood, first," he replied, pulling her
robe apart.
"Smartarse! Oh..."
"Why is it so brown, Jerry, pollution?" Chris asked, holding his
hand.
Chris and Jerry were watching the murky river drift lazily to the
sea.
"Nah" he told her, "sediment... it's always been that way since I
was a lad. At least the sediment's not green... and red. They
closed the woolen mills upriver about 30 years ago. Made a big
difference."
"Green... red?"
"The dyes they used. The run-off went straight into the river and
out into the harbour. Then there was the abattoir..."
"Don't tell me..."
"Yep... sheep guts... straight out the pipe... seagulls had a
field day."
"Yuck... don't tell me you went swimming in it?"
"No way... but the fishing was pretty good... Snapper... right up
to that point over there," Jerry said, pointing.
"The young Jerry Hanlon played around here," Chris said to
herself.
"Yeah... love the river... the sea... spent all day here... or
down around the mouth...
I used to watch the oil tankers. They used to tow them past
there," Jerry indicated a point by the river mouth, about a
kilometre away.
"Then the tankers grew so large they couldn't float them over the
bar. That's when they built the refinery and port up in
Northland."
"So what did you want to talk about?" Chris asked, squeezing
him.
"YOU wanted to talk, remember?"
"Some marriage crap,"
"Oh yeah... something like that..."
They laughed and touched their heads together.
"Glad you got that discussion out the way?" Chris asked
grinning.
"Yep... now let's get some food, I'm hungry."
'BrrrriiiNNNGG, bip, bip, bip... BrrrriiiNNNGG, bip, bip,
bip..."
"What the hell's that? Gray said, looking up from a point just
above Jess's pussy.
"Huh? My cellphone! It's out in the passage," Jess replied,
breathless.
"Leave it!"
"I can't... could be important," Jess said, getting out of bed,
hurriedly.
"You should have turned it off," Gray said after her fleeing
body.
He pressed his face into the sheet and groaned.
She came back shortly, phone pressed to her ear.
"Jess?" she said, sitting down on the bed.
"Hi... it's Chris, how's it going?"
"Fine... I..."
Jess mouthed, 'it's Chris' to Gray, who put a pillow over his
head.
"Guess what! Jerry and I are going to get married... I had to
tell you first..."
"What? When?"
"Don't know... he's just proposed... well sort of... he's right
here... munching on a burger... say hi Jess..."
"Hi Jess," came Jerry's voice through the phone.
"Don't tell anyone... isn't it exciting?"
"Tell the fucking world Jess," Jerry's voice interrupted,
followed by Chris hissing.
"Tell that lazy bastard Treadwell to get out of bed and meet us
down the pub", Jerry continued.
"Jerry wants to meet you down the pub," Jess passed on the
message.
Gray put his hands over his face.
"Can you wait... for a bit..." Jess asked her friend.
"What?" said Chris, "are you still... oh I'm sorry... Jerry,
they're in the middle of..." she giggled.
"Tell him to leave her alone for five minutes... he'll wear her
out..."
"I can't say... Jess? Enjoy yourself... I'll see you when I see
you... down the Oaks... when you've finished... hehe... bye."
The phone rang off.
"Gray! Isn't that great news?" Jess said.
"Great," agreed Gray.
He sat up suddenly, grabbed for Jess and pinned her down across
the bed on her back. Holding his cock, he probed for her
entrance, then pushed himself in her with one thrust.
"Ohh... easy... uh... don't be rough," Jess said hurriedly.
Gray paused, his cock buried right up to his balls. Very slowly
he began to move his hips from side to side. Their faces nearly
touching, Gray whispered,
"This is where I want to be."
"Oh baby..." Jess said, tenderly, " you feel... so good... uh...
I like that..."
"You're so tight, honey," Gray told her, " so tight and
fuckable..."
"I feel so full... uh... you sure you have ...uh... a normal
one."
"Normal what?"
"Penis... uh... just there... uh... oh... keep doing that....
Uh... wonderful."
"Regulation size..."
"Feels good to me... uh... oh baby... Uh."
Gray gave Jess a few rapid-fire thrusts that left her gasping. He
changed to a slow, deep thrusting movement.
"Ow...ooHH... ooOO... uuHH... ooOO," Jess made the same hooting
noise Gray had heard earlier in the spa pool. He paused.
"No... keep going..." Jess said, urgently.
"You want me to?" he asked.
"Yes... please..."
She grabbed Gray's arse and tried to pull him into her. Gray
thrust rapidly into her and stopped, again
"Oh please don't stop," she pleaded, tears streaming down her
face.
Gray resumed pounding her. Jess's mouth opened, gasping for
breath. She screwed up her face and closed her eyes.
"Oh... Gray... oooHHH... fuck... shit... OOOOOHHHHH...
OOOOOHHHHH... god... OOOOOHHHH," she screamed.
Gray still hammered into Jess, working to his own release. He
looked down at Jess, arms outstretched, head thrown back,
glistening with perspiration. Her breasts bobbing in time to his
movements.
"Uh... uh... uh...," crisis approaching, Gray clenched his teeth
as his hot come pulsed into the condom.
"Oh baby, baby... come in me... oh lover..."
A little later, they were lying side by side, slowly caressing
each other and grinning stupidly.
"You look smug," Jess told him, pouting.
"Do I? What do I have to be smug about?"
"You know!" she laughed, "pleasing a girl... being a good
lover... giving Jess her first orgasm without... her having to
fiddle with herself..." she kissed him on the lips.
"Ugh, you're all salty... from sweat," she said.
"Shall we jump in the pool?" Gray asked.
"Let's use the shower... I've had enough of that damned spa."
An hour later, Gray and Jess had still not shown up at the 'Oaks'
bar. A party was gathering pace as word drifted around town that
Jerry was throwing a 'shout' and, of course, that he and Chris
were engaged.
Gang members came in too, in dribs and drabs, both sides of the
river, the Black Power gang and the dreaded, red-patched young
acolytes from the Mongrels.
They clustered at opposite ends of the bar, a splash of red and a
splash of blue. Jerry and Chris were in the middle.
"Jerry... I," Chris looked nervously from one group to the
other.
"Chill, babe... neutral ground."
"Some of those guys look underage," Chris said.
"You're the cop. Throw them out," Jerry replied, grinning.
"Not tonight, I'm too happy."
"Me too, happy in love," Jerry said, looking skyward.
"And Bourbon... where the hell are those two? I'm going to give
them another call."
"Aw leave them alone...They'll be here..."
"Suppose... Jerry, what is this neutral ground?"
"Back of the High street... and down to the river... takes in
this pub and those two down at the waterfront."
"Who decides what is neutral... some sort of referee?"
"It's tapu, sacred ground. All this area is old burial ground,
Ngati Toa tribe. See that guy come in mumbling to himself? He's
saying a prayer, a 'Karakia' to the ancestors. Asking their
forgiveness for walking on their bones."
"Creepy."
"They believe the 'old ones' are still here walking around and
they'll get into some nasty shit if they offend them. That means
fighting as well... scares them shitless."
"Those Mongrels look like they want to rumble. Look at the way
they're glaring at the Blacks."
"All show... trying to be 'staunch.' They'll poke their tongues
out and growl, but nothing will come of it. Remember there's a
lot of bad blood between them. Reminds me of a school yard,
sometimes."
A young Mongrel moved past Jerry and nodded. Jerry smiled back
with a, 'hey bro.'
"What! You working both sides of the river?" Chris asked.
"Fixed Jimmy Naidoo's car. He left it at Gray's because my garage
is in Black territory. If he'd parked it there it would be in the
river by morning."
"Naidoo? That's not a Maori name?"
"Indian! This lot's got nothing to do with race. It just so
happens most of the gang members are related, but there are
Europeans, Samoans, Indians and Tongans as well. Everyone's
welcome provided they pass the tests and obey the rules."
"What tests?"
"You really don't want to know, babe." Jerry told her.
"Have you tried these 'tests'? Chris asked.
"No way! Their rules are stricter than the Government's. And the
sentences are a damn sight tougher. A nod from Pai over there, or
Manu... or that guy over there, George Tamahere, the gang elders,
and you might as well put a bullet in yourself," Jerry said,
indicating around the room.
"What a world! It's so ugly!"
"It's the only one they've ever known." Jerry told her.
A Young Mongrel walked past. As he neared Jerry he said,
"Got some pork, eh Jerry?"
In a flash, Jerry had him stretched over the bar, one hand on his
neck, the other clenched, ready to strike. The gang member tried
to retrieve something from under his jacket.
"You pulling a blade on me sonny?" Jerry snarled at him, " go
ahead... and you'll have to pick it out of your arse
afterwards."
"Jerry! No!" Chris yelled.
Behind them was a crashing of tables and Chris saw two lines of
gang members, facing each other like they were going to play a
game of football. She saw something else, too. On their faces she
read, fear.
"NOT HERE!" roared the guy Jerry pointed out as George Tamahere,
an elder.
The two lines dissolved back to their tables. Jerry let the young
guy up and rudely shoved him towards his friends.
"Sorry, bro, we'll look after him... he meant no disrespect," a
senior Mongrel told Jerry.
"Sure Hemi," Jerry said, "here's ten bucks, buy your boys a
drink."
"Thanks, Jerry... young guys eh? Apologies to the missus, eh?"
"I will, thanks Hemi."
"What the hell was that all about?" Chris asked, gobsmacked,
"what did he say? Why did you do that to him?"
"First!" Jerry told her, " he called you 'pork,' as in 'pig,' for
police. It was an insult against you. If I hadn't done something
they would have lost respect for me and by connection you! They
know now, you're not to be fucked with because they'd have me to
deal with."
"So I'm your possession now?" Chris said angrily.
"As far as they're concerned, it's the only way they know. Women
don't feature highly in the gang hierarchy. Their only status is
through their men. I know it's offensive to you, but we can't
change them. When in here babe... we have to go along with it."
"I want to leave," Chris said.
"Ok... look here's Gray and Jess... look at those stupidgrins."
There were handshakes and hugs all round.
"Hey! You want a beer?" Jerry said, slapping his friend on the
shoulder, "Jess? Oops... run out of cash..."
"Let me," said Gray.
"Can we go," Chris said, a little desperately.
"Why? What's going on?" Gray said, sensing the tension.
Jerry explained to the newcomers what had just happened.
"Chris is right," Jess said in support of her friend, " we
shouldn't stay in here, not with all the gangs. Gray, we're
off-duty police, for Christ's sake..."
"Yeah, Jerry," Gray said, " you can't guarantee that someone else
won't feel their oats, especially after a few more beers."
"Aw, let them try... they're just kids..."Jerry said.
"Kids with knives and... maybe even guns, Jerry," said Chris,
"C'mon, it's not safe for us."
Jerry rubbed his chin and looked around at the bar. Chris saw him
swaying slightly on the barstool. She sensed he was drunker than
he appeared. She looked at Gray desperately, indicating Jerry
with her eyes.
"Cops, Jerry," Gray warned.
"What? Where?" Jerry said, looking around.
The women looked alarmed.
"Outside! I saw the van pull up as we came in... out the side
door, quick!"
"Just like the old days, eh?" Jerry said as they hurried for the
door.
Later, Gray dropped Jerry and Chris off. He'd taken them home in
his Ferrari, squeezed into the minimal back seat.
"We could have stayed with them for a bit," Jess told him, as he
pulled away.
"Let Chris have him for a while," replied Gray.
"Gray," said Jess, looking at Gray's cellphone on the dash in
front of her, "I think you have some messages."
"I'll check them tomorrow," he replied, "fancy watching the late
night crime shows on telly at my place?"
"Why not!" Jess said, patting Gray on the leg.
Part 9 follows
Katzmarek
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