Tiger Cat in Rock Out

Port-of-Spain, Trinidad. 4 pm

Johnny Jagessar got off the bus after another day at the private school which his mother had enrolled him in. He was enjoying the first week of the new year at school following the Christmas vacation period. Johnny smiled to himself..as his thought about his mother...Jackie Jagessar who most people knew as a former beauty queen..now a successful businesswoman and the owner of the popular restaurant "Jackie's On The Boulevard." However Johnny was one of two people who knew that Jackie was secretly the costumed vigilante known as TIGER CAT..and fought crime in her spare time. The other was his father and Jackie's ex-husband Jagdeo Sharma. After Tiger Cat defeated a group of criminals who were using toys to commit their nefarious deeds..Johnny remembered the closeness that his mother and father had went they all had breakfast together on Christmas morning. Though he knew why his dad divorced his mother..to keep her identity as Tiger Cat safe...a part of Johnny always hoped that one day they would get back together again.

However as he turned the corner of the street which led to the restaurant and the penthouse apartment located above it..where he lived with his mother..thinking about how he would often watch her slip her curvaceous and muscular brown body into her skin tight ocelot pelt body suit as she prepared to take on the criminal elements in Trinidad and Tobago.. Johnny did not notice that he was no longer alone on the street and suddenly found his path blocked by four older..teenage boys..
..all of them dressed in dingy t-shirts, slacks or short pants and old sneakers. Johnny recognised them as kids from the crime-infested suburb of Laventille located some distance away from this part of the city..a place his mother often went to fight criminals and bring them to justice. However he was very much on his own against them here as they surrounded him.

"Where yuh going boy?!" quipped one teenager as he gave Johnny a push. "Yeah..We own dis street..Yuh had to pay tax" smirked another as Johnny was pushed against him and felt his backpack removed. "Yuh look like yuh got plenty..Han it over!" snarled another boy as he grabbed Johnny by the arms and the fourth boy stepped forward..pulling out a knife from his backpocket. "Or else we go mess yuh up!" growled the knife-wielding boy as he raised his right hand which was gripping the knife over his head..getting ready to strike. Johnny shut his eyes and prepared for what seemed to be inevitable. Then he heard the knife-wielding boy yelp in pain. Johnny opened his eyes and was startled to see the newest employee at his mother's restaurant...Clint Carson..holding the boy's right wrist in an iron grip. The other three young boys had backed off..covering in fear before the athletic and muscular built waiter. "I'll warn you only once!..Don't show your face around here again!" growled Clint as he released his grip on the boy's wrist. All four boys ran away down an adjacent street..as fast as they could..running back to Laventille.

Clint picked up Johnny's backpack which was lying on the ground and gave it back to him. "You okay Johnny?" asked Clint with concern in his voice. "Fine!..How do you know who I am?" asked Johnny with suspicion in his voice as he took the backpack from Clint Carson. "I work at the restaurant...I work for your mother...She's a good boss..I see you around from time to time.." replied Clint as he extended his right hand in friendship. "Then just keep it that way..I don't hang around with the hired help!" quipped Johnny and ran off down the street towards his home which was located right above Carson's new workplace. Clint rubbed the back of his head..slightly confused by what happened..and then continued on towards the restaurant..where he had to do some work before changing into his waiter's uniform to serve the restaurant's clientele when the doors opened for business at 7 pm.

From the impression he got of Johnny Jagessar..Clint could tell that he was a bright boy..and very protective of his mother. He wondered whether Johnny knew of his past criminal record. Jackie Jagessar was an entirely different matter altogether. A young man of 24...Clint was amazed that the 48 year old Jackie had such an amazing body..shapely and seemingly muscular. He thought she probably worked out a lot but never saw how she did it..given the hours she put in at the restaurant and her obvious love and devotion to her son. Unlike other employers who slammed the door in his face when they learnt that he did time in prison for a range of earlier offences in his teenage years.. Jackie was willing to give him a chance. He remembered how he could not stop looking at the beauteous businesswoman during their interview two months earlier..and silently felt she was doing the same thing. The only other woman who ever made him feel anything similar to what he felt when he looked at Jackie was the costumed crimefighter called Tiger Cat. Clint pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he entered the compound where the restaurant was located. The penthouse apartment where Jackie and Johnny Jagessar lived right above it.

Jackie's On the Boulevard Restaurant. 9 pm.

Clint Carson had just finished waiting four tables when he got word from the head waiter that Jackie Jagessar wanted to see him in her office. Setting down his trays as he entered the kitchen...Clint straightened his shirt, jacket and tie as he made his way to Jackie's office. He rapped lightly on the door and entered to find the 48-year old businesswoman seated behind a large mahoghany desk...covered with family photos..a desktop computer and several files. She was wearing a baggy white shirt, black slacks and black suede pumps Her shoulder length brown hair loose...a pearl necklace around her neck and pearl stud earrings in her ears. "You wanted to see me Miss Jagessar?" asked Clint as he entered the room. "Yes Clint..Thanks for coming so promptly..I know we have a busy night tonight..So I'll keep this brief..My son told me what happened today..." said Jackie as she looked up at her employee with a serious expression on his face...as she leaned back in her leather chair.

"Well I..uh..can explain.." said Clint..thinking that Johnny told her something bad about what had happened. His tension was diffused when her expression changed to a smile and she laughed at him. "Oh you thought..Oh Good Heavens no..I didn't call you in here to fire you..I wanted to thank you for what you did for Johnny today..." said Jackie. "Uh I thought..." said Clint..relieved to hear her words. "Johnny's a little suspicious of men who I interact with professionally...Men who aren't his father...So don't worry about it Clint..I'm glad you were there when you did.. and Johnny tells me from the way you handled those boys..They're not likely to cause any further trouble.." said Jackie. "They're just misguided Miss Jagessar..No one ever gives them a second chance...I was like that once..I made my mistakes.." said Clint. "I know..and that's one of the reasons I hired you and why I continue to be pleased with your performance here..Keep up the good work Clint.." said Jackie. "Sure Miss Jagessar..Have a good night.." replied Clint as he turned and walked out of Jackie's office.

Once he left..Jackie got up from behind the desk and locked the door. "Hmmm..You're an unusual one Clint Carson...a criminal past but still a rarely found code of honor that you live by...You give me a strange feeling in my Tiger Breasts...I'm not sure what it means but I think I'll talk with Johnny in the morning about giving you a chance..but right now.I have other matters to attend to..." said Jackie as she started to undress in the middle of her office. Jackie kicked off her shoes..revealing her sexy bare feet. The she slowly unbuttoned her shirt..tossing it on a nearby sofa..slipped her shapely muscular legs out of her black slacks which joined the shirt atop the sofa. Walking barefoot across the carpeted floor of her office.. Jackie walked slowly towards a nearby bookcase and pressed a hidden panel in the wall behind it. The wall opened to reveal a hidden chamber where she also kept her spare Tiger Cat costumes and utility belts. Jackie also kept them in her bedroom upstairs in her penthouse apartment..where she left Johnny doing his homework..having told him earlier that she would be going out later to fight crime.

Jackie removed her earrings and her necklace..setting them on a small table in the chamber. She then removed her white lace bra..and matching panties..uttering a soft sigh as she felt her big breasts bob and sway freely as she stood naked in the dim light of the secret chamber. Tying her shoulder length brown hair into place such that it hugged her neck..Jackie slipped into her ocelot pelt body suit. Her shapely muscular legs slipped into the botton of the suit..her ivory-painted toenails were visible through the special stockings which covered her bare feet. The stockings were waterproof and fireproof...serving as substitute shoes. Her slender muscled arms slipped into the sleeves of her body suoit which had claw-like gloves at the ends. Jackie then slipped her cowl mask over her head..leaving only the lower part of her nose and her cherry-red lips exposed. Her brown eyes were concealed behind the yellow slits of the mask which made her look fearsome in combat..and a pair of cat's ears stood up atop her head as she pulled the mask into place to conceal her real identity. The voluptous vigilante then wrapped a black, multi-compartmental belt across her shapely waist and secured it in place by clicking the ocelot head belt buckle.

"Word on the street is that kids are going missing..quite a lot of them in the Laventille area..The police aren't interested in looking into this..so its up to a sexy and super strong crimefighter like me to find out what's going on." resolved Tiger Cat as she closed the chamber behind her and walked down a spiral staircase which led to the underground lair where she hid her Tiger Car..a specially designed BMW sportscar complete with a variety of devices which were key to her success in fighting crime. The engine of the Tiger Car rumbled to life. Working the gear stick with her left hand and applying pressure through the ball of her right foot to the gas pedal..Jackie steered her sleek sportscar out of the lair via an adjacent tunnel which took her out on to the street in a deserted part of Port-of-Spain..three blocks away from her home and businessplace. As she drove towards Laventille.. the voluptuous vigilante monitored the airwaves...for any transmissions which would lead her to the human traffickers who she was searching for.

Located in the hills of the eastern part of Port-of-Spain...Laventille was made up of a series of low income housing projects called blocks...where crime was rampant. In between two of these blocks..a group of young boys were playing basketball on a dimly lit court where the the chain link fence was broken down in several areas. Another group of boys hung out on the periphery of the court..listening to rock music from a boombox. Among this group were the four boys who earlier in the day attempted to rob young Johnny Jagessar and would have succeeded were it not for the intervention of Clint Carson. "Let me go an get dat rich boy again.." said one youth. "Yeah he bodygad cyah be dere all de time.." said another youth. "He could give we money..to go see Ambah Sky.." added a third youth. Amber Sky was a group of four young rastafarians who were a popular local rock band who advocated the legalisation of mairjuana. "Yeah man..Tink bout all de money people at de concert go have..tiefing go be good..." said a fourth youth.

As they made their criminal plans..and the other boys played basket ball on the dimly lit, run down court...none of them spotted a black van with heavily tinted windows slowly approaching with its lights turned off. At a pre-arranged signal...the rear door of the van on its right side slid open and a man dressed in black clothes, boots and ski-mask took aim with a grenade launcher and fired four projectiles in the direction of the court. The boys on the basketball court were startled as the projectiles exploded on the concrete surface of the court and clouds of a thick white gas engulfed the area in a matter of seconds. They coughed and wheezed as they tried to run away from the gas but to no avail. The boys were overwhelmed by the gas which caused them to collapse to the ground and lose consciousness within a short space of time. Five men dressed similarly to the shooter..but wearing gas masks to protect them from the effects of the gas..quickly leapt out of the rear of the van and towards the group of unconscious youths.

Surveying the young Afro-Trinidadian boys lying prostrate before them..the men bound the wrists and ankles of the four boys who had attempted to rob Johnny Jagessar earlier..with plastic restraints and gagged them with duct tape. They moved with pace as they slung their captives over their shoulders and ran back towards the waiting black van. "Go!.Go! Go!" yelled the last of the kidnappers as he got into the van which sped off at top speed. Their aim was to get out of the area with their captives before anyone knew what was happening. However with Laventille being the crime hot spot that it was..the kidnappers figured that the police..if they chose to investigate the case at all..would simply put the missing boys down as runaways or the victims of gang warfare which the area was known for. What they did not cater for was the fact that the sexy Trinidadian superwoman called Tiger Cat was on the hunt for them.

As the kidnappers' van sped through the neighbouring depressed community of East Dry River..they were startled to find a BMW sportscar..with an exterior which looked like an ocelot's pelt.. was hot on their heels. Behind the wheel of the sleek hi-tech vehicle..the Tiger Cat was focused on her quarry..having detected them on the special radar that was built into her hi-tech BMW sportscar. "Looks like my suspicions were right!..Now to make them pull over and tell me who they're working for.." thought businesswoman Jackie Jagessar who was the woman behind the cowl mask of the voluptuous vigilante.

Adjusting the gear stick with her left hand..Tiger Cat applied the ball of her stocking clad right foot to the gas pedal as she closed the gap between her Tiger Car and the kidnappers' black van. "Shit!..It's that Tigah Kyat Bitch!!..She's on to us man!" yelled the driver of the van. "Let's blast the bitch!!" snarled one kidnapper as he cocked an Uzi. "No way dude!!..That go bring the heat down on we fuh sure!!..Give she de gas!!" ordered the leader. "You got it boss man!!" replied another kidnapper as he loaded the grenade launcher which he had used earlier at the basketball court in the Laventille projects to get their catch for the night.

Increasing the speed of her Tiger Car as she closed in on the kidnappers' van...determined to bring this chase to a swift end...Jackie was caught completely by surprise as the side door of the van opened..and the kidnapper with the grenade launcher fired three rounds at her sleek spotted sportscar. "Eh?!" gasped Jackie..confused by their actions as thick clouds of the white gas exploded on the road in front of her and her Tiger Car drove right through them. Before the curvaceous crimefighter could take any evasive action..the gas flooded the interior of the Tiger Car in a matter of seconds.

"Ohhhh..Some kind of gas...inside the Tiger Car...Have to get it out before...Uuuhhh..too late..gas has some kind of pheremone in it..arousing my Tiger Nipples...I..I..I..want to breathe more...it's making me...sleepy...so...sleepy..." gasped Jackie. Her brown eyes becoming heavy with sleep behind the yellow slits of her cowl mask..her large bust heaving under her ocelot pelt bodysuit..the outline of her dark brown nipples becoming increasingly visible against its fabric..as the gas snuffed out all the oxygen inside the car. Tiger Cat's head bobbed up and down...her sexy feet barely gripping the pedals..as the gas became thick as a fog inside of the car..and her head began to spin.

"Uuuuuhhhhh.." conceded the Trinidadian superwoman as her hands slipped off the steering wheel and she slumped back into the driver's seat. The kidnappers watched with satisfaction as the Tiger Car lost control and crashed into a nearby fence unable to continue pursuing them. As they drove away..the driver's door on the right side of the sleek spotted sportscar opened..and the curvaceous body of its driver slid out of the car and on to the cold asphalt of the road. Tiger Cat lay flat on her back..her arms flung past her head and her legs spread wide apart as she lay unconscious and totally vulnerable to anyone in the East Dry River who wanted to hurt her.

To be continued