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Undercover 09
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 9
'The Kingdom of Tonga consists of over 300 islands in four groups
flung over 2000 kms of the South Pacific. It's capital is
Nuku'alofa on the island of Tongatapu in the Southern Group. Only
about a dozen islands can support communities.
From Nuku'alofa, ferries are available to take you to the
outlying...'
"Tourist crap," Warren Hastings said to himself.
He reached into the folder of briefing papers and flicked through
the titles. He pulled out one entitled, 'Ministry of Foreign
Affairs, Profile of the Tongan Royal Family,' and began toread.
Warren Hastings, Police Detective, was not someone who enjoyed
early mornings. Having to get out of bed at 5 am in time to catch
the only flight to Tonga for three days, had been a struggle. He
had been up till midnight studying the mountain of literature
couriered to him that night.
His wife, Maureen, had pushed him into the taxi at 5.30am.
Warren put down the file and closed his eyes.
Jess opened hers to find she was alone in the bed. Looking around
her in her immediate, post-sleep confusion, she saw on the
bedside table a flask of Cona Coffee steaming away with a note
beside it. 'Help yourself' it read in Gray's scrawling
handwriting.
She felt good, even euphoric. She was sure her friend Chris would
say, she had a 'post-orgasmic glow' about her. All she knew was
that Gray had made love to her, what? Four times, in the last 24
hours, awakening her a desire that went beyond mere physical
needs.
From that first desperate coupling in Jerry Hanlon's spa pool,
when she had not quite 'got there' to last night in Gray's bed,
when he'd worked her up to the edge and kept her there. Only when
she had practically screamed at him did he allow her to
'finish.'
She'd felt bombs go off in her head, spots before her eyes and
the room began to swim. She'd never realised sex could be so
intense. She knew she'd screamed, clung to Gray, bit him, and
gouged his arse with her nails in a frantic attempt to pull as
much of him inside her as she could.
'Serves him right,' she thought, 'for being so god-damned
sadistic and leaving her hanging for so long.'
Jess got out of bed and headed into the kitchen. French Toast had
been left for her with another note, 'Enjoy.'
Through the glass doors she saw Gray in the garden. He had on a
pair of shorts and no shirt. Jess smiled in appreciation as she
watched Gray planting some new seedlings.
Gray had a professional eye when it came to his garden. Flowers
of different colours were juxtaposed for maximum effect. The
whole surrounded by a low block wall from which creepers hung
down. All in all it looked like a place of peace andreflection.
As she munched on breakfast, Jess watched his bronzed back as he
bent over the plants. It had a slight sheen from the exertion and
the warm morning sun. She found herself licking her lips.
The dull ache between her legs reminded her that you could have
too much sex. She chuckled to herself at the thought. That man
had stirred her hormones.
They had taken another shower last night after the evenings
activities. They had washed each other's backs and when she'd
started on his chest, his cock rose to salute her.
"Don't you ever get tired?" she asked.
"I've been saving it up for someone like you," he'd replied.
Of course it was bullshit and corny, but in a nice way. In fact
he was full of corny lines. Jess suspected they were from his
novels.
Jess was in a space where she could disregard practically all
negatives about this man. Providing he kept showing her the love
he had displayed over the last 24 hours.
As they fingered and stroked each other in the shower, she'd
wanted to take him back inside her. At that moment she couldn't
have cared that his cock was without a condom and her pussy sore
and sensitive.
But he wouldn't do it. Instead he gently rubbed her little button
taking care to avoid her over-sensitive area. She clung to him as
he made her come, once again and even though she was weak and
tired from the experience, she wanted to bring him off too.
She'd knelt down and used her mouth and hand on him.
As Jess went through the French doors into the garden, she saw
Gray stoop and pick up his cellphone. Turning away from her, he
started talking, oblivious to her presence. Jess stood waiting
for him to finish.
"Yeah, Gray? What, are you sure? When was this? Well I didn't
know... I was busy."
His voice was urgent
Meanwhile, Chris sat opposite DS Sperle in the tiny interview
room.
"Are we being taped?" she asked the detective.
"It's between you and me," he said, but Chris didn't trust him.
"What do you want to know?" Chris asked, defiantly.
"Now, don't be like that... I hear you have some happy news?
Something about marriage?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"Around... and your friend Dayshe has a boyfriend?"
"If you know all that, why do you need me?"
"I need the full picture... Is Dayshe sleeping with Treadwell?"
Chris nodded, slowly.
"Don't be surprised... it happens all the time... officers
working undercover forming relationships with these people... the
tension... does something to the hormones I gather. When will you
see her next?"
Chris shrugged.
"She has a day off today, then starts dayshift tomorrow. I guess
I'll see her tonight... Unless she stays at Gray's."
"Tell her to get as much as she can. They haven't the facilities
for conjugal visits in maximum security."
"You're not still..."
"Just tell her that, Constable."
"Yes sir."
After Chris had left, Sperle said to himself,
"What is it with these 'crims.' They get to have all the tasty
tail. I wouldn't mind three rounds with either of them."
He thought it was about time he paid a call to the 'Roman
Bathhouse Massage Parlour' after work. Perhaps a round with
'Angela' might compensate.
Lester Mamaku was massive. He stood a good head taller than
Warren Hastings and was built like a locomotive. Warren thought
the Police Chief had crammed himself with 'taro', the island
vegetable known back home as 'Tongan steroids.'
Lester Mamaku, Warren recalled his notes, was a man of limited
intelligence who hardly impressed the Police College with his
academic ability. He had, however, excelled at Rugby football and
boxing.
Reported crime, in Tonga was very low. The families concerned
generally dealt with miscreants, and that often meant a beating.
The Police, in fact, had little to do apart from the ceremonial,
and ensuring the crowd behaved properly when the King passed in
his Range-Rover.
"Very bad person, Mosese A'oka, very naughty," Mamaku told the
DS, " thank your boss for the informations. Your feller, he
talk?
"Who?" Warren asked him.
Mamaku picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and held it out
to Warren, pointing to the top of the page.
"This feller... G... R... A..." The Police chief began to spell
out the name.
On the top of the page was Graham Treadwell's name.
"Graham Treadwell?"
"Yeah, that feller. He confess?
"To what?"
Mamaku looked confused, his brow furrowed.
"It say... your boss, he say... this feller he using Tonga to buy
his drug... from Asia... he say he bad feller. He tell you
everything? You bring him here... let me talk him... he tell."
"It just says here," Warren said, " that Treadwell provided Moses
A'oka with money that he invested in Pacific Island
Communications Ltd."
Hastings looked up.
"Owned by Princess Vai, isn't it?" he asked.
"That King business," Mamaku said hurriedly, "A'oka send to drug
peoples... it say so."
"It said there is a 'suspicion' that the money was used to fund
drug deals. Nothing has been proven."
"Me prove... he talk... he bad feller."
"May I see the prisoner?" Warren asked.
"Sure... you talk him. Then you bring your feller here."
Mamaku collected a length of 'rattan' from the front office on
their way out. It was called a 'stata' from the English
'starter,' the stick Bosun's mates used to encourage the sailors
on the old sailing ships.
"You want 'stata'?" Mamaku asked.
"I don't think it's necessary," Warren replied.
The Police chief shrugged his shoulders.
"Have you got the sheet?" Warren asked the chief.
Seeing his brow furrow, Warren added,
"Interview notes... of the prisoner?"
When the Chief's brow furrowed once more, Warren gave up the
question.
Jess hovered by the double doors to the garden watching her lover
as he put down the cellphone. He stared at the ground for a
while, then put his hands to his face. Jess coughed.
Looking up, Gray smiled at her. Jess saw there was worry in his
eyes.
"Bad news?" Jess asked.
Gray nodded slowly.
"A friend of mine... got himself into trouble... did you have
breakfast?"
"Yes... what sort of trouble, Gray? Can I help?"
Gray shook his head.
"Your pal Sperle. He's been picking at scabs..."
"Oh!"
"I might have to go away for a while," Gray said, sadly.
"What? Where?" Jess said, "what are you trying to say to me?"
Jess came up to him as he stood up. She looked into his eyes,
absently stroking his bare chest. Gray kissed her, open-mouthed
and thoroughly, then hugged her tight.
Jess's nipples tingled inside the fabric of her robe, her hands
caressed his bare back. She felt the lump in his shorts against
her and chuckled.
"Are you always ready? For sex?"
In answer, Gray kissed her again, long and hard, then began on
her neck, suckling her earlobe. Jess's hands held Gray's arse,
pulling him against her.
"Um... Gray," she gasped, "we'd better go inside... babe I...
oh... neighbours?"
When Gray began to pull at her robe she pushed him off, gently.
Taking him by the hand, Jess led him inside and straight into the
bedroom. She lay on her back across the bed as Gray, parting her
robe, kissed and licked her legs.
When Gray had worked his way up her legs and neared Jess's furry
bush, she panted,
"Gray! Uh... stand up... let me see you..."
When Gray had complied, she told him.
"Pull them down... I want to see it..."
With one hand gently caressing Jess's sex, Gray undid his shorts
and lowered them to the floor. Stroking his cock and balls, Jess
said,
"Can we... Y'know... top and tail... I've got nothing to do..."
Gray knelt on either side of Jess's head and bent down to lick
her pussy. Jess stroked his arse and balls for a while before
pulling his cock down towards her mouth. Lifting her head she
slid him into her mouth, Gray lowering himself a little forher.
Gray's tongue was churning her insides. She took her mouth of him
to breathe and rubbed him against her cheek.
"God! Oh baby... Ooo... easy! Oh... lick me there!"
She popped him back in her mouth and sucked him quickly. Gray's
tongue was bringing her to a climax.
'BrrrriiiNNNGG, bip, bip, bip...'
"LEAVE IT!" Gray demanded, sitting up.
"Ok, ok..." Jess said hurriedly, " Gray? Please fuck me!"
Turning off her cellphone, Gray got himself a condom and gave it
to Jess to roll it on. As she smoothed it over Gray's cock, she
kissed his shaft and balls. Opening her legs she pulled him
towards her brown thatch.
When he'd eased him self into her, Jess sighed,
"Five... my record broken..."
"Eh?"
"Congratulations... uh... slowly... that's right... nice... I've
never... uh... fucked the same guy... oh... Ooo... five times
before... oh baby, you can go harder... it's ok... OH... OH...
I'm ok... keep going, OOO..."
When Jess came, it was not earth shattering. Nevertheless she
clung to Gray long afterwards, holding him inside her till he
wilted.
Gray eventually rolled off her and lay beside her. Jess reached
over and brushed away the hair from his face. His eyes were
closed.
"Gray, please tell me what's going on?" she asked.
Gray's eyes opened. He reached up and drew the back of his hand
down Jess's cheek.
"It's a long story," he told her.
"I've got the time."
Moses A'oka lay on his back in the tiny, dark cell. He blinked as
the door opened. Mamaku cracked his 'stata' across his feet and
the man immediately sat up.
Warren Hastings saw the frightened, blinking man had an ugly
wound on the side of his face. Mamaku thundered at him in Tongan
and the man cowered into the corner. The Police chief raised the
'stata' again but Warren stayed his hand.
"Chief, have you got a room we can use?"
The man furrowed his eyebrows.
"Here!" he said in surprise.
"No. No... an interview room. Somewhere I can talk to the
prisoner, alone."
Mamaku shook his head.
"Regulation," he said.
"I can't talk to him here," Warren said, " I can't make proper
notes... I can hardly see the prisoner."
"Me get torch?" Mamaku said helpfully.
"No, Chief, I need a room... and I need to see the prisoner on
his own... and I would like to have that wound looked at... by a
doctor."
"Eh? Is nothing... he bump head." The chief grinned revealing a
row of startling white teeth.
The detective bristled with anger. He turned to face the huge
Tongan Policeman.
"I'm sorry, I will not conduct an interview under these
conditions... if you will not co-operate I will have to consult
the government."
"Consult? You talk who you want... its regulation! He bad man...
he run away... he tell lies to you... me stay here and he tell
truth."
"I'm sorry chief," Hastings said and walked past him out the
door.
Jess lay next to Gray, facing him. One leg was scissored over his
so the hard ridge of his hipbone nestled into her crotch.
"You really didn't know what A'oka was up to?" she asked.
Gray shook his head.
"I'm not sure he did either. I think he was trying to build a
democracy movement and sow dissention inside the Royal family of
Tonga. This Princess Vai, the King's sister, is the de-facto
power because of her control of the Treasury. The King was raised
at court by tutors whereas Vai was sent overseas to University.
Y'know she has an honours degree in Commerce and
Administration."
"So what's her agenda?"
"I think she began with the best of intentions. Modernising the
Kingdom and building tourism, that sort of thing. But at some
point she realised she could do whatever she liked because no one
was going to tell her she couldn't. She developed a taste for
wealth and privilege."
"Who wouldn't, under the circumstances."
"Yeah. The real problem is that the monarchy has become
anachronistic in the modern world. It's unable to provide the
necessary checks and balances for a modern economy."
"So why doesn't our Government put it's foot down and demand
change. After all we provide, how much in foreign aid?"
"Lots. Big problem! 100,000 Tongans who would consider that
interference, most of whom live in, or have relatives in
Auckland. That's a big voting bloc."
"So if it's such a paradise, why don't they all go back."
"To do what? Lie on the beach? How can you provide your kids with
an education and give them the opportunities?
Remember too, most of them gave up their land rights when they
left so they don't even have a banana grove to fall back on.
Also, families here sending money back to Tonga are the biggest
source of income. The problem is the traditional tribute system
soaks up a lot of that capital, which then flows into the Royal
coffers."
"And out again?" Jess added.
"And out again to Vai's various projects."
"Such as international money laundering, over-geared shell
companies and dodgy deals with Asian syndicates?"
"Pretty much... proving that is another thing."
"So your friend A'oka was trying to catch a piece of the action,
with your money?" Jess asked.
"Apparently, I never got to talk to him before he was arrested...
I still don't know whether we were set up or he just gave in to
the easy buck.
The shit came packed in a crate of car parts. It was addressed to
Jerry, but to an empty lot. It then lay in the Customs store with
the cops keeping an eye out to see who claimed it. After six
months it was still there so they figure Jerry was tipped off.
The cops then pick him up and give him a going over. I tell you,
Jerry fitted the frame perfectly, with his record, but they
couldn't prove he knew anything about it. About that time we ran
into each other and decided to hang out."
"And Sperle learned you had financed the drugs through Moses
A'oka in Tonga and put two and two together?"
"Yeah. Well it's a bit of a coincidence isn't it? I'm not sure I
wouldn't draw the same conclusions as Sperle did. I wonder,
though, who's providing him with the information?"
"The Princess, obviously," Jess said.
"I don't know. I wonder what she has to gain from all this. She
must know it could blow up in her face."
"Dear? You're thinking bad thoughts again. It's snaking up your
tummy," Jess told Gray watching his penis start to swell.
"Its got a mind of its own," he chuckled, "and your nipples
grazing my side... your leg over mine... your pussy," he kissed
her.
"Oh Gray..."
"How does that record stand?"
"How many condoms do you have left?"
"Enough..." He said, pushing her over on her back.
"No... let me get on top... I want to try sitting on it."
Moment's later Jess was rising and falling on top of Gray, his
cock buried up her.
"Oh baby... squeeze them... uh..."
Jess pushed her hand between her legs, her finger on her
clitoris.
"You don't mind? More pressure... uh... oh... I'll rub it...
Ooo... at the same time... keep you hands on my boobs..."
Moses A'oka sat guarded by two policemen in the little grove at
the back of the police station. Mamaku was all smiles and white
teeth as he accompanied Warren outside. He barked at the guards
in Tongan and they promptly retreated some distance away.
"Here your man," Mamaku said, "you be nice to the gentleman," he
told A'oka in English.
"Thank you chief," Warren said.
"No problem... you need... I fetch, ok?"
"Yes thank you," then to the prisoner, watching Mamaku go, "an
interesting change, eh?"
"Yes thank you," said A'oka.
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"This afternoon... thank you again."
The wound on the side of A'oka's face had been bandaged.
"Mamaku is like a good dog," Moses went on, "he does what he's
told until told to heel. Then he'll wag his tail until you pat
him on the head."
"He's a hard man."
"He's a thug!"
Warren grinned and nodded slowly.
"Now! What is this all about?"
Part 10 follows.
Katzmarek
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