Undercover 08


By Katzmarek



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?”


“Touché. 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 everyone else.”


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 stupid grins.”


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


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