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 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!  Don't you ever knock?" the man said, turning around, suddenly.

   "Guilty conscience?"

   "Look who's talking?"

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

   "Consorting with known felons.  Your bosses wouldn't like that."

   "I'd better tell them then.  Let's 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 I'd 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.  Can't 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.  He's got too much pride and decency."

   "We'll see."

   "He's always been the same, that guy.  You shit on him once and you
never get another chance.  Also... he's just not good with women, y'know?"

   "Why?"

   "His old lady died when he was a baby... brought up by his dad.  Then he
went to a boy's boarding school, I don't 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 he's 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 neighbour's 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 he's still a virgin?" Chris asked Jerry in surprise.

   "Nah... he pays for it.  That's 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 don't think I should be in here," Chris told him.

   "It's alright babe, we'll 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.  She'd 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.  She'd
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.  She'd heard a rumour that he'd gone off to
the islands for the summer.  Occasionally the patrol car had passed Gray's
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 he'd
`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 hadn't dated since Gray, which was hardly dating anyhow.  She'd
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
hadn't met yet.  This was unusual for her, as she'd 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 she'd 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.  She'd 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 stranger's 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.

   Jess's 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 she'd 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 she'd 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," he'd 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 didn't really like being
kissed by her clients, not `real' kisses.  That was to be reserved for her
future husband, for someone she loved.  This wasn't love, she told herself,
only business.

   She shut her eyes as Gray's lips descended to touch her lightly on the
forehead.

   "You're beautiful," he murmured.

   Although her English was limited, Mina understood what he'd 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 Gray's waist and rubbed it, smiling.

   As Gray's 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 didn't mind.  She didn't 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, she'd 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 she'd 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 didn't 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, she'd let him kiss her on the mouth. 
After he'd 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.

   Gray's lips were moist as he ground them rhythmically against Mina's. 
She found the same rhythm and pulled his head harder against her.  Their
tongues sought each other's and twisted and probed together.

   Mina felt Gray's 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 pantycovered
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 didn't like being pinned down by strangers.

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

   Gray's 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 Gray's 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 couldn't say it did anything for her, particularly.  The clients liked
it and they were the one's 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 wasn't 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 she'd 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 hadn't 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 couldn't 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 wouldn't 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, he'd
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.  He'd pause and she tried to pull him back inside her.  Then when
she was practically crying out with lust, he'd slam back into her.

   Mina thrashed against him, gabbling in Samoan and her little English as
she came, time and again.  She'd 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.  She'd 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 didn't 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 doesn't 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 other's language, meant there were long spells
of listening to static.  He gave up after a while.

   "Pity," he said.  Part 6 follows.

   Katzmarek (C)