Undercover 09


By Katzmarek



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 to read.


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 and reflection.


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 for her.


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©







