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. Its capital is Nukualofa on the island of Tongatapu in the Southern Group. Only about a dozen 
islands can support communities.
From Nukualofa, 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 Grays 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 Hanlons spa pool, when she had not quite got there to last 
night in Grays bed, when hed worked her up to the edge and kept her there. Only when she had 
practically screamed at him did he allow her to finish.


Shed felt bombs go off in her head, spots before her eyes and the room began to swim. Shed never 
realised sex could be so intense. She knew shed 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 others backs 
and when shed started on his chest, his cock rose to salute her.


Dont you ever get tired? she asked.


Ive been saving it up for someone like you, hed 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, shed wanted to take him back inside her. At that 
moment she couldnt have cared that his cock was without a condom and her pussy sore and sensitive.


But he wouldnt 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.


Shed 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 didnt 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.


Its between you and me, he said, but Chris didnt trust him.


What do you want to know? Chris asked, defiantly.


Now, dont 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.


Dont 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 Ill see her tonight Unless she stays at 
Grays.


Tell her to get as much as she can. They havent the facilities for conjugal visits in maximum security.


Youre 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 wouldnt 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 Aoka, 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 Treadwells 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 Aoka with money that he invested in 
Pacific Island Communications Ltd. 


Hastings looked up.


Owned by Princess Vai, isnt it? he asked.


That King business, Mamaku said hurriedly, Aoka 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 Bosuns mates used to encourage the sailors on the old sailing ships.


You want stata? Mamaku asked.


I dont think its 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 Chiefs 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. Hes 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.


Jesss 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. Jesss hands 
held Grays arse, pulling him against her.


Um Gray, she gasped, wed 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 Jesss 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 Jesss sex, Gray undid his shorts and lowered them to the floor. Stroking 
his cock and balls, Jess said,


Can we Yknow top and tail Ive got nothing to do


Gray knelt on either side of Jesss 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.


Grays 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. Grays 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 Grays cock, she kissed his shaft and balls. Opening her legs she pulled him towards her brown thatch.


When hed eased him self into her, Jess sighed,


Five my record broken


Eh?


Congratulations uh slowly thats right nice Ive never uh fucked the same guy oh 
Ooo five times before oh baby, you can go harder its ok OH OH Im 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 whats going on? she asked.


Grays eyes opened. He reached up and drew the back of his hand down Jesss cheek.


Its a long story, he told her.


Ive got the time.


Moses Aoka 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 cant talk to him here, Warren said,  I cant 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. 


Im 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.


Im 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 didnt know what Aoka was up to? she asked.


Gray shook his head.


Im 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 Kings 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. Yknow she has an honours degree in Commerce and Administration.


So whats 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 couldnt. She developed a taste for wealth and privilege.


Who wouldnt, under the circumstances.


Yeah. The real problem is that the monarchy has become anachronistic in the modern world. Its unable to 
provide the necessary checks and balances for a modern economy.


So why doesnt our Government put its 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. Thats a big voting bloc.


So if its such a paradise, why dont 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 dont 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 Vais 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 Aoka 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 dont 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 couldnt 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 Aoka in Tonga and put two and two 
together?


Yeah. Well its a bit of a coincidence isnt it? Im not sure I wouldnt draw the same conclusions as Sperle 
did. I wonder, though, whos providing him with the information?


The Princess, obviously, Jess said.


I dont know. I wonder what she has to gain from all this. She must know it could blow up in her face.


Dear? Youre thinking bad thoughts again. Its 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.


Moments 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 dont mind? More pressure uh oh Ill rub it Ooo at the same time keep you hands on 
my boobs

Moses Aoka 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 Aoka 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 Aoka.


Have you seen a doctor?


This afternoon thank you again.


The wound on the side of Aokas face had been bandaged.


Mamaku is like a good dog, Moses went on, he does what hes told until told to heel. Then hell wag his 
tail until you pat him on the head.


Hes a hard man.


Hes a thug!


Warren grinned and nodded slowly.


Now! What is this all about?


Part 10 follows.


Katzmarek







