Undercover 05


By Katzmarek


Part 5


The bottle blond woman turned down the alley and stopped outside the anonymous shed. Her tight top 
was cut off just above her navel. Her low slung jeans left a band of bare midriff.


With effort, she pulled the old sliding door ajar, just enough for her to slip through.


The interior of the shed was lit with hanging lamps. In the middle, an old Chevrolet Impala was hoisted up 
to shoulder level on a new-looking jack. A slim man, dressed in overalls was stooped underneath.


Nice buns! the woman said.


Shit! Dont you ever knock? the man said, turning around, suddenly.


Guilty conscience?


Look whos talking?


Why? What have I done, the woman asked in mock outrage.


Consorting with known felons. Your bosses wouldnt like that.


Id better tell them then. Lets see Contrary to the Motor Trades Act 19 something or rather, Gerald 
Gustaf Hanlon did conduct a business repairing and dealing in motor vehicles without due registration and 
a license to conduct such trade. Operating as a Motor Mechanic without a Trade Certificate the woman 
recited with mock seriousness.


Yeah, yeah. We all know you fuck the Book of Criminal Case Law every night What the hell are you 
doing here, anyway? I thought you were on day shift for the next month.


1/2 day in lieu. I thought Id come around and watch your arse for a couple of hours.


The woman strolled up and patted Jerry on the bottom. Jerry yanked on the end of wrench that spun out of 
his hand and fell with a clang to the concrete floor.


Shit! Now look what you made me do, Jerry grumbled.


Hungry? asked the woman.


Why?


Do you want to grab a bite, I want to talk.


Jerry got out from under the car and made to hold the woman. Looking at the oil on his hands, he bent 
forward instead and gave her a peck on the lips.


What about? Jerry asked, not another, deep and meaningful Chris?


The policewoman chuckled and shook her head,


Save that to later, honey. Cant blame a girl for trying to make an honest man out of you? No, I want to 
talk about Jess and Gray.


Oh no, not again. Shit! Will you stop trying to matchmake. I tell you, Gray is a lost cause. Hes got too 
much pride and decency.


Well see.


Hes always been the same, that guy. You shit on him once and you never get another chance. Also hes 
just not good with women, yknow? 


Why?


His old lady died when he was a baby brought up by his dad. Then he went to a boys boarding school, 
I dont think he saw a girl until he went to University.


Well he wrote all those romance novels


Yeah, sure. But it was all in his head, see? His fantasies, he just wrote down all his dreams because that 
was all he had to go on.


You telling me hes never had a girlfriend? At 40?


Not sure. He never had any since I knew him um, I think he did have a thing for a neighbours daughter, 
when he was a teenager. I remember him telling me once when we were drunk together. He used to write 
her letters and drop them in her letterbox. He was too scared to ask her out. I think they became, like, 
friends, with Gray wanting to jump her and she thinking of him as a brother. Poor bastard!


So hes still a virgin? Chris asked Jerry in surprise.


Nah he pays for it. Thats why he goes for holidays in the islands. Walks into the hotel and books room 
service 17, dark hair and big tits. Then he gets home and writes some more porno. He calls that research.


I asked him once whether I could come along and do some research too. He told me I had to pay for 
myself! Tight bastard! Ow, bitch!


Chris slapped him on the arm.


Slip out of those overalls and come and have some lunch my shout, Chris said.


The pub had a sprinkling of local residents and workers from the light industries thereabouts. The 
neighbourhood consisted of low-rent housing and repair shops, motor re-builders and light manufacturing 
enterprises.


Quite a few of the pub patrons were gang members, the Blacks, because this was their territory. Being 
technically unemployed they spent a lot of time there.


In fact, the pub was a handy place for them to conduct business.


As Jerry and Chris entered, they were only given a cursory glance, Jerry was a well known face.


Jerry, I really dont think I should be in here, Chris told him.


Its alright babe, well go out the back bar, they serve lunch there. Mostly workers having a liquid lunch.


Near the back wall of the front bar, a large figure moved towards the side door. His dreadlocks hung almost 
to his waist, cascading over his black leather jacket. Hanging loose about his shoulders was a sleeveless 
jean-jacket of indeterminate colour.  On his back was the faded patch with the logo, Black Power, New 
Zealand.
On the bottom of the patch, the motto was repeated in the Maori language, Te Mana Mangu, Aotearoa.


The man slipped out the door unobserved and turned up the alley. At the back was a large rubbish skip. The 
man stopped and leant against it, he looked back down the alley, then took out his cell phone.


Jess Dayshe had finished night shift that morning. Shed woken up about 2 in the afternoon and poured 
herself a bath. She carefully lowered herself into the hot water, foaming with bubbles. Taking a deep breath 
of the scent steaming off the water, she shut her eyes and luxuriated in the sensations.


Over the last three months since returning to general duties, Jess had been assigned to all sections, two 
weeks at a time. She was currently working the graveyard shift, 11pm till 6am, on incident patrol. Shed 
found this the most exhausting and fulfilling of her short career.


Two I cars covered the whole of the central city. They responded to all emergencies reported to the 
incident room, domestics, burglaries, and accidents and assisted the traffic section with drunks and 
speedsters.


It often got quite stressful out there on patrol and Jess valued her down time and the relaxation afforded 
by a hot bath.


In the three months since her aborted undercover operation she had not laid eyes on Gray Treadwell. 
Shed heard a rumour that hed gone off to the islands for the summer. Occasionally the patrol car had 
passed Grays house on the esplanade and it had seemed to Jess that it was all shut up. She had seen no 
lights on.


Warren Hastings of the Drugs Section had told her they believed hed done a runner and gone to ground 
for a while.


Jess still believed Gray had been innocent of all wrong doing all along and had been playing a stupid game 
with the police that had got out of hand. Hastings still disputed this, claiming Gray had behaved all along 
like a big time criminal.


Jess hadnt dated since Gray, which was hardly dating anyhow. Shed been so busy and she lacked the time 
or the motivation to play the mating game.


Chris, her flatmate, on the other hand, had a mystery boyfriend whom she hadnt met yet. This was unusual 
for her, as shed never shown any reluctance to parade her latest squeeze for all to see before. Unusually, 
Chris had never brought him back to the flat. 


Jess should have been curious, but shed been too busy to really care.


She envied Chris in a way. Her friend would come home just as Jess was finishing work, having spent the 
night with her boyfriend. Chris would have that flushed, just been fucked look about her as she changed 
to begin her day shift.


Jess began to experience that familiar horny feeling as the tension in her body began to ease. Her nipples 
started to tingle and an itch grew between her thighs.


In the privacy of the bathroom, she ran her fingertips over her breasts and squeezed her thighs together.


She fantasised about being taken, unwilling from behind. The scene was a spa pool and her stranger slips 
into the water while she was dozing. There he was, her faceless stranger swimming underwater to her, right 
between her thighs. 


She felt his tongue on her. Shed never had anyone go down on her before, only in her dreams. Now this 
faceless stranger was lapping her pussy and stroking her legs.


The strangers teeth raked over her pussy sending jolts of electricity radiating out, through her body.


Jess ran her hands over her flat stomach, scooping up handfuls of foam. Lifting her knees, she ran her 
fingers up the insides of her thighs, gradually working towards her brown thatch.


She dreamt how she woke to find her stranger standing up in front of her. His foot-long erection staring her 
in the face.


What? Who? she exclaimed.


But she was silenced when the stranger pushed that monster of a cock into her mouth. She gagged as he 
stroked it deeper until it hit the back of her throat.


He pinched and pulled her nipples until they ached.


The she was bent over the side of the spa on her front and he was stretching her pussy open with the huge 
burning thing.


His balls slapped against her thighs, she could feel his crinkly pubic hair on her arse each time he thrust 
forward.


NO oh god no she screamed, but no one could hear her.


Jesss middle finger worked furiously on her little button. She threw her head back as she began to reach 
towards her orgasm.


Oh oh uuuhhh ooohhh, Jess came powerfully, thrusting her lower body upwards towards her 
hand.


The water slopped and slapped her body and spilled onto the floor.


After while the water cooled and Jess lifted herself out of the bath and reached for her large towel. Her legs 
ached as did her hand, but she felt much more relaxed.


Gray Treadwell typed quickly into his notebook perched on his lap. He was hardly aware of the voice 
telling him to put on his seat belt and fold up his table.


Although officially retired, he sometimes felt the compulsion to write, but this time without deadlines and 
nagging publishers.


Especially after his stay in the islands, he had a lot to write about. As he put away his notebook and 
prepared for landing he was still dreaming of his latest conquest.


Her name was Mina, or at least that was what she said. She was short, a little dumpy, perhaps, with a pillow 
of a bust. She wore her long, thick, dark hair loose down her back. Her scent reminded him of fresh mango.


She was tense when he moved behind her on the hotel balcony. Although the tourist enclave was separate 
from the village, many of the locals wandered the beach well into the evening. They watched the young 
teenagers cavorting in the surf and Gray got the impression shed rather be down there with them.


Mina had to keep this aspect of her job at the hotel a secret from the family. Such behaviour, that she was 
about to indulge in, would earn a thorough beating for both of them from the young men of her extended 
family.


Not that she saw much wrong with pleasing the guests in such a way. It gave her a financial independence 
shed otherwise only dream about. She could offer the expected 50% of her normal wages to her family, 
as was the custom, secure in the knowledge she was building up a little nest egg for her eventual escape to 
the big city, over the water.


Mina had been assured by Tali, the hotel manager, that Gray was a kind, generous and very wealthy man. 
One who gave no trouble to the escorts and treated them with respect.


An old customer, very trustworthy, hed said.


Mina was told by Tali, that Gray liked to seduce a nice girl and was told not to be too slutty. 
Nevertheless, she felt nervous there on the balcony with them in plain view of the people from the village.


When Gray pressed himself behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, she smiled and moved away. 
He took her into the room and pulled the drapes. He then insisted they dance together.


Gray was quite a bit taller than Mina and his cheek came level to the top of her head. As they swayed 
together to the music, Gray held her close. Not wanting to be in too much of a hurry, Gray took his time, 
bending down and nuzzling her neck through her hair.


Slowly Gray moved her face up with his hand and looked into her eyes. Running his hands through her 
thick hair, they danced like that for a while.


Mina looked back at Gray, uncertainly. She didnt really like being kissed by her clients, not real kisses. 
That was to be reserved for her future husband, for someone she loved. This wasnt love, she told herself, 
only business.


She shut her eyes as Grays lips descended to touch her lightly on the forehead.


Youre beautiful, he murmured.


Although her English was limited, Mina understood what hed said and it pleased her. He had such a nice 
voice, she thought.


She was a little more relaxed when Gray bent and kissed her on the nose. A light feathery brush of his lips, 
which made her nose itch. She took her hand from around Grays waist and rubbed it, smiling.


As Grays face descended again, she guessed he was going for her lips and tried to turn away. Gray caught 
her cheek with his hand and turned her onto his lips. 


It was another brush and Mina didnt mind. She didnt mind when his hands began to wander down her 
back. He was so gentle it made her skin tingle.


His hands slowly caressed all around her body and came to rest on either side of her breasts. Gray looked 
down into her cleavage and grinned in approval.


Mina liked her large breasts. It was what the customers wanted, well most of them. Like many Polynesian 
girls, they had developed early, since she was barely 11, and now, 4 years later, swelled invitingly from her 
chest.


Of course, to go with her chest, shed grown hips to match and, as one European Gent had told her, she had 
a Rubinesque body.


This time, Gray knelt down in front of her so her breasts were at eye level. Her colourful island top was 
held together with a sash and exposed an appreciable amount of cleavage.


Mina lifted up her chin as Gray started from her neck and nibbled his way into the valley. His thumbs 
worked their way over her tits, seeking the little bumps of her nipples.


Mina had known since the age of 11 that if shed stayed in the village, she would end up becoming a sex 
toy. She knew this the first time the village Pastor had taken her into the back room of the church and 
masturbated over her.


Her protected world had collapsed, then. The Pastor was the nearest thing to god in the flesh in her 
culture, and here he was, looking ridiculous as he rubbed his thick cock in front of her and getting her to 
expose her front for him.


Then it was an Uncle who took her virginity down by the banks of the swamp. It was a brother who taught 
her how to suck cock and a sister who taught her how to bring herself pleasure, then got her to practice on 
her.


Gray had popped one of her breasts out and was kissing and licking it. Mina was glad he was so gentle with 
her. She didnt like the demanding, forceful types who bit her and mauled her roughly.


He lapped at her nipple before putting it in his mouth to suck. Mina felt a little trickle between her legs and 
realised she was becoming aroused. Her legs were going weak on her and, realising this, Gray helped her to 
the bed.


Her customers rarely excited Mina, for the most part she detached herself from what was happening, but 
this guy was hitting her in all the right spots.


She decided that, just the once, shed let him kiss her on the mouth. After hed stripped off his shirt she 
motioned him to lie beside her.


She was please to see his chest had sparse hair, the ruggy types made her skin itch. She turned to him and 
drew his face towards her. Gray eagerly accepted the invitation and joined her open mouth with his own.


Grays lips were moist as he ground them rhythmically against Minas. She found the same rhythm and 
pulled his head harder against her. Their tongues sought each others and twisted and probed together.


Mina felt Grays hands tugging on her wrap-around skirt and shifted her body to allow him to pull it open. 
His fingers then explored all around her upper thighs and broad bottom before coming to rest on her panty-
covered mound.


Mina fucked her customers from on top. That way she could control the action and she had a way of 
wriggling her bottom that brought the guy to completion, quickly. Very rarely would she let the guy get on 
top of her, she didnt like being pinned down by strangers.


She discarded her clothing, except for the panties, and sat on grays legs. She bent forward and wriggled 
her twin jugs to Grays delight. She allowed him to caress and squeeze them again.


Grays cock tented his pants right in front of her and she traced the outline with her fingertips. Rubbing it 
with the palm of her hand, she smiled in appreciation, it was what the customers liked.


Gray watched her as she stepped aside and undid his pants. While she was pushing them down his legs, he 
fingered her on the lower part of her bottom. She giggled and moved away, it was too sensitive.


Resuming her position, Mina slowly jacked him. She adopted that appreciative look, one of the tricks of 
the trade, even though cocks looked pretty much the same to her.


Sliding down Grays legs, she lowered her mouth to his tool and licked up the underside. She nibbled and 
sucked, first one ball, then the other, then up until eventually, she popped him in her mouth.


Blowing the customer was just another aspect of the job for Mina and she couldnt say it did anything for 
her, particularly. The clients liked it and they were the ones paying.


After bringing him to full attention with her mouth, Mina vigourously stroked him until he was just about 
ready. She then slid a condom on him and brought herself up until her pussy hovered just above it. She was 
about to lower herself down onto him when he stopped her.


Gray indicated for her to lie back and put her feet up. Although she was dubious about it, she complied, 
because he was such a nice man.


Gray got between her legs and ran his fingers through her bush.


Mina never trimmed or shaved her thick pubic hair. It wasnt an island tradition for girls to do that and the 
island guys like their women to have hair, on their heads and between their thighs.


She watched nervously as Gray explored her forest. She was inexperienced with European men and shed 
heard lots of stories about their various kinks.


When Gray began to kiss down the inside of her thighs, she realised he was going to lick her, down there.
She had a couple of men go down on her in the past and it hadnt really done much for her. She 
obediently spread her legs wide when Gray neared his goal.


As he explored her pasture with his tongue Mina gasped and said,


Yes, oh baby.


It was one of the things she says when a client was trying to please her.


But this client seemed to be worshiping her sex. Reverently probing every nook and cranny gently and 
thoroughly, Gray continued to lick and nibble her, long after she expected him to want sex.


Gray pushed a finger into her and was moving it in and out, in time with his questing tongue. She couldnt 
help but be turned on and, before long, she was panting and gasping for real. Mina wanted something 
bigger than his finger, urgency she had rarely experienced.


You lie down oh she panted, but Gray continued on.


Mina was experiencing mini-orgasms now, but still Gray wouldnt let her up and lie down for her. She tried 
to push his head away but he held on. His tongue was now quickly flicking her clitoris sending Mina jolts 
of pleasure through her body.


No oh no stop oh oh I do you oh please stop


Then Gray was up on top of her. Before she could push him away, hed slid into her gaping pussy to the 
hilt. He hammered into her mercilessly, his face inches from her own, and sparks were going off 
everywhere inside her body. Hed pause and she tried to pull him back inside her. Then when she was 
practically crying out with lust, hed slam back into her.


Mina thrashed against him, gabbling in Samoan and her little English as she came, time and again. Shed 
never had a fuck like this before.


Eventually Gray grunted and groaned and she felt his penis pulse within her. She was climbing to another 
plateau and, seeing this, Gray helped her with his finger.


She had another. half an hour later, when Gray took her doggy style. Even though it was not so intense, the 
very memory of her first time with him pushed her over the top.


By the time it was time for him to go back home, Mina was hopelessly in love with him. Shed let him kiss 
her on the mouth, open wide and often.


As the plane landed, Gray hoped that things would be quieter from now on.


Meanwhile, across town, when Chris arrived for work she was greeted by a note left on her workstation. It 
was from Ted Sperle, asking her to see him in an interview room.


She was puzzled by the request, she didnt work in his department and she wondered what he had to see her 
about.


Sperle was stony-faced when she entered the room. Chris was gripped with a foreboding in her stomach,


This doesnt look good, she told herself.


Gray collected his mail as he got home. His motorcycle dealer told him his brand new, hand-built Mondial 
had arrived from Italy. The model with the Honda SP2 engine, Gray liked his toys.


He next made a call to Mina but, the combination of poor phone lines and a lack of knowledge of each 
others language, meant there were long spells of listening to static. He gave up after a while.


Pity, he said.
Part 6 follows.


Katzmarek 








