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Undercover 10


By Katzmarek


Author's note


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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 10


Jess got home about 6 PM to find her friend Chris busy making
dinner.


"Hi hon," Chris greeted her, "Ooo, you're walking funny, a bit
bandy legged are we?"


"Shut up," replied Jess, blushing.


"Good to see a bit of colour in your cheeks."


"You sound like my mother."


"What? She says THAT to you after a couple of days of solid SEX?"
Chris asked in mock surprise.


"Hmm... 'Solid' is a good description," Jess told her,grinning.


"I wish Jerry would give me a workout like that! Go on, tell me,
how many times?"


"Umm..." said Jess, counting to herself, " seven, perhaps
eight... depends on what you're counting."


"Alright... start with orgasms then..."


"Umm, would that be individual ones or those continuous sort that
seem to last and last?"


"Continuous? God Jess, what have you got there, a sex Olympic
athlete?"


"He's... remarkable..." Jess told her.


"You want to share him?"


"No... he's all mine... I'm having a bath."


Meanwhile, Warren Hastings was on the phone to his boss.


"Warren?" Ted Sperle said, "what have you got?"


"Well sir, I'm beginning to get a picture here, but I need to do
some more digging."


"Dig away... only... lay off the Royal household, ok? I got the
word from 'upstairs.' Apparently they don't like detectives from
New Zealand prying into their business."


"Well sir... I think we may have a problem then."


"Concentrate on our end, Warren. Let the Tongans deal with
theirs."


"I don't think they will, sir. Technically the Royalty is above
the law... there's a few constitutional things but..."


"Get me Treadwell, detective! I don't care about their bloody
Kings and Queens..."


"Sir... I need to interview a Princess, name of Vai... can you
pull some strings?" Hastings interrupted.


"Is it important?"


"Very... I believe one or other of the companies she owns
provided the conduit to the Asian end."


"Is that so?" said Ted, "I don't know, Warren... it's all
political, see? I'll do my best. 


There's some shenanigans going on, all right. There's a guy up in
Foreign Affairs that seems interested... reckons they're all a
bunch of crooks... but he has a boss, too. 


So what if you find evidence of complicity... where does itgo?"


"If they hold themselves above the law, the only thing is an 'Act
of Attainer,' a sort of demand from the Council of Nobles to
explain themselves..."


"God, sounds medieval!"


"That's not the half of it...then there's an Act of Compliance,
an Act of Impeachment, that's the last step..."


"Ok, I get the picture. So all those Acts require this Council of
Nobles to agree among themselves?"


"Basically... but it will never happen. Most of the Nobles are
ill educated... it's all hereditary, see? Even the Police Chief
owes his job to his dad. When it comes to high finance, well,
they don't know their arse from their elbow."


"I see! So what DO they do?"


"Pass on the tributes and genuflect, oh and advise the King on
the proper traditions."


Sperle sighed,


"I'll speak to my man up on the hill... I'll get back to you."


"Can I come in?" Chris asked through the bathroom door, "I need
to tinkle."


"Come right in Chris," Jess replied.


Chris opened the door and sat on the toilet.


"So," she smiled at her friend, "he was nice, eh?"


"The best," Jess smiled back.


"Good hon... here, let me do your back."


"Sure."


Chris got up and began to wash Jess's back with a sponge.


"You've such nice skin... I'm jealous. Shall I tie your hair
back?"


"Thanks."


"Y'know... I need to say this... but please be careful. Sperle's
still got Gray in his sights... he told me that... he expected to
arrest him soon."


"What? What for?"


"Not sure, Jess. It's just that... well... you could lose your
career. Even if they don't take your warrant, you'll never get
any promotions... it'd go on your file. You could end up being an
accessory after the fact. I... don't want to lose you... as a
friend..."


"Why would you? Look, despite what Sperle says, Gray hasn't done
anything save invest in a Tongan Newspaper. He's co-owner in the
Tongan Weekly Revue, run by an old friend of his from
University."


"Calm down, Jess... I didn't mean..."


"I know... it's sweet of you to look out for me... but Chris,
Gray doesn't know anything about that drug shipment... or how his
name became linked to it. He thinks his friend might have used
the newspaper's account to finance the deal. Either that or
someone set all of them up to discredit the friend and silence
criticism of the Tongan Royal family. 


There was an article his friend, Moses A'oka wrote, suggesting
the Treasury was being mismanaged... and... that the King's
sister was doing business with some very unsavoury characters.
Gray thinks that might have started the whole thing."


"Are you sure, Jess? I hope for your sake its true... I don't
want to see you hurt."


Jess took her friend by the hand.


"Absolutely sure, Chris. Gray wouldn't involve himself with
drugs."


Looking into her friend's face, Chris said,


"You've fallen in love with him haven't you?"


"A little, maybe."


Chris laughed and flung her arms around Jess.


"Isn't it wonderful?" Chris whispered.


"It's nice, Chris... very nice."


'The Royal Palace outside Nuku'alofa, Tonga was a single-story,
collection of buildings combining the traditional Tongan and
modern European architectural styles.' 


'At least,' thought Warren Hastings, ' that's what the tourist
blurb would say. 'Actually it's a labyrinth built over the course
of many years to no particular plan at all.'


Outside the gate stood two members of the palace guard in
traditional warrior dress. As Warren alighted from the taxi and
approached the gate, a uniformed officer appeared. With a polite
smile he directed the detective to the Princess's compound.


The complex was dominated by a modern European style building in
an L shape. In front of the foyer was an ornamental garden and
fountain.


Vai's secretary opened the double doors for the detective and
greeted him warmly in perfect English. Warren was shown into a
large office and was brought fresh fruit and pineapple juice by
an aide.


After about 10 minutes, a large elegant woman strode purposefully
into the room. She was dressed traditionally in bright 'tapa'
colours. When she beamed she revealed a row of perfect white
teeth.


"Mr. Hastings, isn't it?" she said, extending her hand.


Warren had a crash course in court protocol but was unprepared
for the easy informality of this woman.


"Yes, your highness..." Warren started to say, but was hushed by
her hand.


"Please, save the formality, call me Vai, everyone does. What may
I call you?"


"Warren... Vai."


"Warren it shall be... how can I help you?"


"I'm conducting an investigation of the activities of one of our
nationals. There is some evidence he may have made investments in
one of the Royal companies."


"That's possible, we welcome investment from overseas. May I have
this person's name? I will ask my secretary if we have had any
dealings with him."


Warren watched carefully for the woman's reaction.


"Gray Treadwell."


"Of course! I understand your authorities have sent information
to our Police about his activities... I will forward anything we
have to your hotel. Are there any other questions?"


Warren had plenty, but he didn't want to push his luck. As he
rose to go, he turned to Vai and asked,


"Excuse me... I forgot to pass on our thanks for the information
supplied to us from the Office of the Palace Guard. Will you
convey our appreciation..."


Warren sensed a fleeting shadow pass across the Princess's face.
She smiled and thanked him, before passing the detective on to
her aide.


'She didn't know the Palace was passing information.
Interesting!' Warren thought.


After dinner, Chris announced she was going to spend the night at
Jerry's.


"I need a cuddle," she said with a wink.


Jess's description of the sex she'd had with Gray had shaken
Chris. Over dinner, Jess had related in fairly intimate detail
the past two days with Gray and she was jealous.


Jess watched a bit of television, organised herself for work the
next day, then went to bed.


Her body was tired and sleep came quickly. The emotion of the
past two days finally caught up with her.


Some sense buried in Jess's subconscious alerted her to a
presence in the room. Her eyes flicked open and, like a cat she
was instantly on alert.


"Who's there?"


"Me."


"Gray? What are you doing here? How did you get in?"


"I missed you," Gray said.


"Gray... I. But the door was locked. Did Chris leave it on the
latch?"


"Nope, You left the laundry window open," he told her.


"Did I? I'm usually so careful... Well I..."


"Jess," Gray said, "can I stay tonight?"


Jess thought his voice reminded her of a child's, asking mummy if
he could jump in to her bed.


"Sure Gray... is anything the matter? It's a tight fit... we'll
have to squeeze up... I'll have to get a double bed now won't
I?"


She heard the rustling sound of Gray shedding his clothes. Jess
shifted over against the wall as Gray slipped in beside her. She
nestled herself in his proffered arm and cuddled against his
body.


"Are you alright?" she asked him.


"Fine," he said, in that 'automatic' fashion people use when
they're not.


Jess listened to his breathing for a while.


"Y'know?" Gray said, finally, "I've never been so close to anyone
in my life."


"Oh Gray," she said, stroking his chest, "it feels like... I've
always known you."


"That's a good line," he whispered, "may I have it?"


Jess sensed him grinning at her.


"No," she said, " it's mine and I'm keeping it."


Gray nuzzled Jess's neck. She felt rather than heard him
whisper,


"I love you."


Jess touched his face with her hand and whispered back,


"Me too."


Then she fell asleep.


Jerry and Chris were sitting in bed together. A half-empty bottle
of Bourbon sat on the nightstand, Jerry occasionally took a
swig.


"Jerry, are you going to drink the whole bottle?" Chris asked
him.


"Maybe, I haven't decided yet."


"I really hate it when you're in this mood."


"You're sounding like a wife already."


"Listen, Jerry," she said.


"Listen Jerry," he mimicked.


Jerry didn't see the fist coming. It cracked him fair and square
on the jaw, sending his upper body sprawling sideways.


"FUCK! WOMAN!" he yelled, rubbing his jaw.


Chris was on top of him in a second, pinning his arms to the
bed.


"Don't you fuck with me, Hanlon," she spat, "I'm not getting
shackled to a drunk, you hear me? I came here for love, not to
watch you boozing and hear you dissing me out! I'm not playing
the little passive wifey for no man, got it?"


"Ok, ok... Shit! Where did you learn to hit so hard?"


"I've got brothers..."


"Jesus..." Jerry whined, straightening his jaw.


A few minutes later they were cuddling again, the Bourbon
forgotten.


"Jerry? Can you make love to me... like Gray does with Jess?"
asked Chris.


"How is that? In a spa pool?"


"No, hon," she chuckled at the recollection, "he... he told her
it was all about concentrating the mind... worshipping the
spirit... or something like that."


"Eh?"


"He wrote a book," she continued, " called 'Tantric Love and the
Gift of Sex,' I think she said."


"Tantric what?"


"Tantric love... by Ramesh Gupta, that was his pseudonym... Jess
said he'd kept her on the edge for ages and ages... that she'd
have these really powerful orgasms that last and last... He had
this little sideways movement with his hips. He was really slow
at first and she'd be gagging for it because she knew what was
coming... and..."


"Ramesh what?"


"Gupta, I think..."


"Should have been 'Humpta',"


"You always do that, Jerry. Push me away with your little
smartarse comments... I'm serious. Look, you're not as dumb as
you make out... Gray said you have a Masters in Pharmacology...
he said you were the cleverest..."

"Gray said... Gray said... Gray told you all that? Ask him the
rest of the fucking story?" Jerry burst out.


"What story... He made a success of his life and you threw it all
away... Why are you fixing cars for a living, what happened?"


"Gray happened, if you must know... Mr. Fucking perfect... You
ask him where he fucking was when I was sitting in fucking
jail... You ask him why he suddenly turns up with dollars coming
out his arse..."


"He wrote books... he told us."


"Some, sure... and other Authors on the payroll... easy to do
when you own the publishing company."


"He owns the company?"


"Marigold International. He owns it in partnership with some
Tongan Princess... it makes millions... there's even a Television
side to it. 


You ask him where he got the capital for that? Before he'd
written a word... you're talking major dollaros."


"And Pacific Island Communications?"


"They own that too... that Tongan Princess and Gray... 'Maloe Red
Ray Investment Proprietary limited.' You ask him about that and
see if you get a straight answer."


"Jerry... I... I think you'd better tell me the whole story."


"I've said too much already... just ask Mr. fucking Perfect."


Jerry subsided.


"No Jerry, you haven't told me anything. My best friend is in
love with him and... if my future husband is involved in
something... I want to know, NOW Jerry!"


Jerry had a far away look in his eyes. He lay quiet for a moment
then sighed deeply.


"Chris... He's my best friend... We go way back... and... I swore
to him I'd never shit on him... ever."


"I know Jerry," Chris told him softly, "but there is more than
the two of you now... I'm here... and Jess?"


"Yeah... good sort that Jess... I never should have hooked the
two of them up. I never thought she'd go for him like that. I
just thought they'd fuck each other a few times and..."


"Well she went for him hook and line, so spill, Jerry."


"Are you sure you want to know?" Jerry asked.


"Put it this way, Hanlon. If you don't tell me the truth, all of
it, then I'm walking out that door and straight to Sperle in the
morning... and it will be the last you'll see of my tits,
understand?"


"You fucking breathe a word..."


Chris nodded. Jerry breathed in deeply and started to talk.


"It was so much fun in those days... just a big lark, we got
high, everybody got high... it's what we all did in the early
seventies. University students huh! Now they're all boring as
shit and..."


"Stick to the story Jerry."


"I began synthesising LSD... just for my mates, y'know? At first,
anyhow. It's as easy as shit really, you could buy the
ingredients at the Chemists, true! Times have changed..."


"Jerry!"


"Ok, ok. Gray was doing a Bachelor of Commerce and
Administration..."


"I thought he did Literature?"


"That's bullshit, Chris... That's what he tells people, but nope!
Our Gray was, and is, a businessman, through and through.


We hooked up," Jerry continued, "he organised distribution and
sales while I handled manufacturing and supply. Shit we had some
times... 


In those days, cops didn't know shit, man. We'd just tell them it
was herbal tobacco and they'd believe us... we'd blow Buddha Gold
up their noses and they wouldn't know."


"Buddha what?"


"Marijuana."


"Oh, sorry."


"So everything was going along 'tickety boo' and we were earning
our tuition money and then some. Gray had 'grown' the business,
you see. Got other sources and moved into other drugs, Heroin,
uppers, downers, whatever. Had a whole bunch of people selling
for him, while he laid back and raked it in. Then in about 1977,
everything turned to shit."


"What happened?" Chris asked, quietly.


"The heavy mob moved onto the scene. They called themselves
'Black Dot,' a big syndicate with a lot of muscle. Did you read
about that? Thai Harry? The guy that wound up 'brown bread' in
Australia... The headless corpse, do you remember the case?"


"Yeah, I remember that... they never found the killer."


"Right... never will either... He was the big boss... they had
the gangs working for them, it was just Black Power then.


Gray saw the way it was going and cut a deal with the cops.  Turn
over his distributors and suppliers and he'd be allowed to walk,
to a place of his choosing. 


All except me, of course. He left me out of the bust but turned
in his entire organisation, huh! That's loyalty! He knew it was
all fucked anyhow... that 'Black Dot' were going to move onto his
market, so he cut and ran."


"What did you do?"


"Joined 'Black Dot,' stupidest thing I've ever done. Gray took
off to the islands with all the stash. I never knew how much at
the time but it sure set him up for life."


"So he set up all those business's with drug profits?"


"Yep! Disappears for 10 years then suddenly re-appears, retired
and dripping in wealth."


"So how did you find out about all those companies?"


"Gray could never hold his dope, or booze for that matter. Ask
him all the right questions...


The thing is... I thought that when we bumped into each other
again he just wanted to be friends again. But now, do you know
what I think?"


Chris shook her head.


"I think he wants to stay close to me... to keep an eye on me.
Gray doesn't trust many people, anyone actually. How many real
friends has he got besides me?"


Chris shook her head, again.


"Nil... He doesn't let people in, see! At the end of the day, the
only loyalty Gray owes is to himself."


"That drug shipment, Jerry?"


"That's all bullshit, Chris. Honestly, someone's trying to take
us down."


"Why did Gray come back?"


"Statute of Limitations. Otherwise the authorities could seize
his assets under the Proceeds of Crime Act."


"Yes, of course! After 7 years he can keep the money, cunning
bastard! How come Sperle didn't know where Gray's money came
from?"


"Sperle doesn't know shit. He and Gray go way back. He cut a deal
over Sperle's head when he was just a young detective and Sperle
holds a grudge. He never knew Gray took all the money, he thinks
he's back in the game."


"But he's wrong, isn't he Jerry?"


"About that drug shipment, yes. But Gray doesn't want anyone to
start picking over his business activities, he's shitting
himself. I think he's got a bit to hide there."


Oh Jerry..."


"This house... the garage... the wheels... all came from Gray.
The bastard owed me anyway."


"So he thought he could come back and retire happily on his
profits. Then someone sets him up and it all starts again." Chris
said.


"Yes," said Jerry, "and now your Warren Hastings is sniffing
around Tonga and his mate is arrested. Gray's a worried man."


"How come I feel sorry for him?"


"Because, petal, Gray does that to people. He makes everyone feel
sorry for him."


Part 11 follows


Katzmarek 



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