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| Author: | BC [ Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:09 am ] |
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New Ocelot Woman in New York Story PROLOGUE ONE: Manhattan. New York City New York. USA Noon Gunther Thorne Price...epitomised the American Dream. Migrating to New York from his birthplace of Guyana when he was just a boy..Gunther had risen from a condition of absolute poverty to one of absolute wealth and power. Now 80 years old...he renowned both in his adopted home of New York..as the founder and chairman of Thorne Price Industries...an international conglomerate with operations in several spheres of business in several countries all around the world. He was also known as a philanthropist..who sponsored many charities both in New York City and back in his native homeland of Guyana where he continued to have many investments. However what many people did not know was that Thorne Price had not built his massive empire by legitimate means alone. As he stood in the executive suite of the Thorne Price Building on 57th Street...staring out the window which offered him a panoramic view of Central Park...Gunther was deep in thought...when the private line on his well-polished oak desk rang. Using his ivory handled walking stick to help his movement...the elderly tycoon walked across the mirror-polished floor of his office and picked up the line. "Yes.." said Gunther as he picked up the line. On the other end of the line...was a brawny..60 year old blonde man of German descent named Durk Koyt. "Operation Lilliput has failed to meet expectations sir.." replied Koyt..who publicly was known as Gunther's top advisor..but covertly..he had a more sinister reputation. Gunther fumed as he let those words sink into his brain. For the past three months he had invested close to $10 million in a venture to fund the research of an immigrant scientist in the East Bronx. which the scientist boasted would lead to a device that would shrink both living and non-living objects. Believing this project had the potential to shrink an entire army or arsenal of weapons into a country undetected..Gunther decided to fund the scientist's research. "You know what to do Durk...Contact our local agents in the East Bronx...Have them cancel the project..completely...discreetly...No traces.." instructed Gunther. "Yes sir" replied Koyt and the call ended. Gunther then returned to the window to look out at Central Park. In all of his years of building the corporate empire he was known for and undertaking the covert and illegal enterprises which many knew nothing about...Gunther Thorne Price was unopposed..and everyone who dared to challenge him..ended up vanishing permanently from the face of the earth. After all these years...the elderly tycoon thought himself to be infallible..with no one capable of being able to topple him from his pedestal. Little did Gunther Thorne Price know that at that very moment...someone was arriving in New York City..who would shatter that myth..forever. PROLOGUE TWO: JFK International Airport. New York City. Noon. Newlyweds Kim Parmasar and Johnny Chan made their way..hand in hand... through the crowded terminal as they disembarked from the Caribbean Airlines plane which had just arrived from their home of Georgetown, Guyana. Wearing a baggy white turtleneck sweater, grey jacket, grey slack and black leather flat shoes...her black hair tied neatly into a small pony tail behind her neck...Kim looked like anyone else in the terminal. However as they located the rotation band where the luggage from their flight would be offloaded...Johnny smiled at the thought that under this ordinary attire...his new wife concealed a curvaceous and muscular body which she displayed in all its glory in her other identity of the sexy Amazon of Guyana...known as OCELOT WOMAN. "Oh Johnny this is so exciting...being here...in New York...it was great that Bruce went through all that trouble to arrange this trip for us...this will be the honeymoon which we weren't able to have before we left Guyana.." said Kim to her husband as they stood in front of the carousel to collect their luggage. "Sure is sweetheart...Reservations at a five star hotel close to Central Park..and not to mention invitations to an exclusive gala ball in a couple days time..." replied Johnny. "I know...Gunther Thorne Price's Annual Charity Ball...It'll be a who's who of celebrities and prominent personalities there..." said Kim. "Yeah...Everything will be fine...once Gunther's kid doesn't show up..." said Johnny. Kim was about to ask her husband what he meant by that remark..when a voice was heard amongst the crowd of passengers the baggage carousel. "Kim?..Johnny?..What're you guys doing here?" asked Karl Misawa as he greeted his two friends. "Karl...What a pleasant surprise.." said Kim as she hugged him. "I'll say buddy...We could ask you the same thing..." said Johnny as he shook hands with the former New York City cop...who was returning home after an absence of four years. "I guess we all needed a break given what we had to deal with in the past month...I thought it was time I came back to New York...Some people here I needed to see.." replied Karl with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. Kim and Johnny exchanged brief looks at each other..as they remembered the first time when they met Karl. Four years ago...Karl Misawa was a New York City police detective whose world was shattered when his partner and lover Detective Sandra Lee took a bullet meant for him when he was investigating the illegal activities of a Guyanese businessman named Bill Wilkins in New York. Karl was blamed by his fellow officers and his superiors for Lee's death. They charged that his obsession with Wilkins being some kind of transnational criminal and employing any means necessary led to the death of his partner. Driven by rage and an insatiable desire for revenge for the death of the woman he had just learnt had secretly loved him for over a year...Karl tracked down Wilkins to Guyana..where his minions were fueling ethnic riots in the South American nation...which the aim of distracting the authorities from detecting the threat posed by his Neo Nazi crime syndicate until it was too late. After foiling some of his plans as Ocelot Woman..Kim remembered how she was outwitted by Wilkins..who set a trap she never suspected. When she attended the opening of a paediatric wing of the Georgetown Memorial Hospital...he had his deputy/lover Karen Lagerfeld..along with his bodyguards Werner and Reinhard...capture her at the hospital. It was the first time that anyone discovered and exploited the sole weakness of the sexy Amazon of Guyana...her large firm brown breasts..which she often referred to as her Ocelot Breasts...drugging them with chloroform and then using the heroine's own golden lasso to force her to admit all of her weaknesses. They kidnapped Johnny too when he went looking for her. Wilkins would have surely prevailed that day...had it not been for Karl's fortuituous arrival in Guyana and intervention...on the same day. Karl remained in Guyana since then..working as a special police agent attached to the United States Embassy in Georgetown..with authority which equalled that of Guyana Police Chief Martin Cain...who opposed both the imposition of Misawa on him..as well as the critical role which Ocelot Woman played in bringing several of the country's top criminals to justice..when the Guyana Police were unable to do so. "Sounds very personal...Close friend?" asked Kim. "You've always been too sharp for me Kim...You and Ocelot Woman...Yeah...her name's Christie Lee...she's the kid sister of my ex-partner...I've been sending back money for her ever since I left here years ago...it's her birthday in a few days...I'll be staying in Chinatown..." replied Karl. "How about you two lovebirds?...Being a native New Yorker myself...I can tell you there's no better place to be just before New Year's.." said Karl as he picked up his suitcase from the rotation band. "We'll be staying in Manhattan...at the Pierre Hotel...near Central Park...Bruce made all the arrangements...Johnny and I haven't had any quality time for ourselves lately...especially since we spent all that time investigating Rey Corona..I read on the flight here how he fell off a cruise ship near Aruba and drowned..." replied Kim. "Hold it right there beautiful..." interrupted Johnny as he kissed his wife briefly but tenderly on her lips. "I thought we agreed we weren't going to talk about work while we're here..." said Johnny with a sly grin which made Kim blush. "Yes husband..." she replied with a smile. Having collected their luggage..the three friends made their way towards the exit to the terminal. "Well..I've got a friend coming to meet us...You want to take a ride with us Karl?" asked Johnny as they exited the terminal. "That's okay...I know you and Kim would prefer some more alone time...but how about we meet for dinner one of these days...I know a few good spots in Chinatown in my days as a cop?" offered Karl. "That would be nice Karl...We're staying at the Hudson Hotel..." said Kim as she hugged him before they parted company. "Yeah..and give our regards to Christie...I'm sure she'll be thrilled to see you..." said Johnny as he shook hands again with Karl. "Will do..See you guys later.." replied Karl as he waved goodbye to the two newlyweds and walked off in a different direction. No sooner had Karl left...a yellow taxi cab..with the sounds of booming bangra music blasting from its speakers...pulled up in front of Kim and Johnny. A stocky East Indian man with a thick moustache and thinning hairline...dressed in a baseball cap..sweatshirt, slacks and sneakers got out of the cab and approached them. "Hey Johnny C!...What you saying?" asked taxi driver Rattan Jadhu as he shook hands with the Stabroek News photojournalist. "Hey Ratt!..Thanks for coming...This is my wife Kim..." said Johnny as he introduced Kim to Rattan. "Glad to know you!..Welcome to New York!...We'd better get going Johnny!..Traffic's like crazy out there!" said the taxi driver as he shook hands with Kim and then placed their suitcases in the trunk of the cab. "Sure...Sweetheart..after you..." said Johnny as he opened the rear door of the cab for his wife. "Oh why thank you kind sir..." quipped Kim with a smile as she got into the rear of the taxi and was joined a second later by Johnny. Bangra music filled the air again as the cab drove away from the airport and headed towards the city. Chinatown, Manhattan. New York City 3 pm. Karl Misawa alighted from a taxi cab into the crowds of bustling people on the corner of Bowery and Division streets. Misawa knew this place well and notwithstanding the fact that four years had passed since he was last here...it looked to the former New York city police detective that nothing had changed here. Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind...Karl pulled his coat around him and held his bags in either hand as he made his way towards his destination..as a light shower of show descended from the sky above and he inhaled the cool crispness mixed with smog in the air. Up ahead of him..the 44-storey structure that was known in Chinatown as Confucius Plaza loomed ahead of him. Confucius Plaza was one of several tenement buildings which formed the housing stock in this part of the city. As he made his way..through the crowd...and towards the building...Karl could feel himself being briefly transported back in time. The sights..the sounds..even the smells which filtered through his senses...they all reminded him of her. They reminded him of the times they spent together working side by side..in the squad room of their old police precinct...working the streets of Chinatown...of the times they shared together when they were off duty. Like Chinatown itself...there was so much about Sandra that Karl knew...and at the same time..so much that he didn't know about her...including how deeply she was in love with him..so much so that she sacrificed her life for him. Karl also remembered that around the time before Sandra died...a mysterious female vigilante appeared..who saved his life a few times..while he was investigating Wilkins..but disappared after Sandra's death. So consumed in his thoughts was Karl Misawa...that he didn't know that eyes had been watching him for some time as he approached and entered the 44 storey Confucius Plaza. The eyes belonged to two white men..who were seated in an unmarked car that was parked around the corner from the building near a laundry mat..some small restaurants and shops. "You'd better call the Captain on this one...He'll want to know that Misawa's back in town.." said the man in the passenger seat. "Copy that.." replied the driver as he pulled out a walkie-talkie which from its markings and insignia..identified him and his partner as members of the 21st Precinct of the New York City Police Department (NYPD)...Karl's former squad. One week later Pierre Hotel. Fifth Avenue Manhattan, New York 7 pm A steady procession of limousines made their way past the front doors of the iconic flagship of the Taj Hotel line...as they dropped off their wealthy and influential passengers...who represented a cross section of the elite members of New York's society. Outside of the hotel...the New York paparazzi were out in their numbers..trying to get photos and interviews with the guests as they filtered inside to the grand ballroom for the annual gala ball which was hosted here by Thorne Price Industries. Their attention heightened considerably as silver limousine pulled up in front of the Pierre Hotel...with eight plainclothes bodyguards..running beside the limo...four on each side. Inside of the rear of the luxury vehicle sat Gunther Thorne Price...founder and chairman of Thorne Price Industries..and the heir to his empire..his 26 year old son Fabian. "There are a lot of people here Father.." remarked Fabian as he watched the guests enter the hotel for the gala ball. "Indeed there are my boy...Clients...benefactors..and many other persons who you will get to know in times to come..." replied Gunther. Fabian looked curiously at his father when he uttered those words. "Father...What are you saying?" asked Fabian. "Should be crystal clear my boy!..I've invested a lot of time and money in you Fabian..sent you to all the finest schools in the country...it's time to introduce you to the family business..which you will be running the day I die...Tonight is a test Fabian...Don't fail me!" replied Gunther. No further words were said between father and son as they emerged from the limo..and were escorted past the New York paparazzi by Gunther's bodyguards into the elegant ballroom of the Pierre Hotel..where the ball had already begun. The guests slowly filtered inside of the huge, elegantly decorated ballroom of the Pierre Hotel..where a 12 member brass and string orchestra hired by Gunther Thorne Price were playing a medley of tunes to entertain them while the hotel's waiters hustled to and from the ballroom with trays of drinks and hors' d'oeuvres for the large assembly of guests...locals and foreigners..who were specially invited to attend this gala event. Out on the dance floor of the ballroom...Stabroek News investigative journalist Kim Parmasar...was enjoying herself..in the embrace of her husband and partner...Stabroek News photojournalist Johnny Chan..as he held her curvy body close to his athletic frame as they danced to the romantic melody played by the orchestra. "Hmmm...You've been keeping secrets from me Mr Chan...I thought I had the monopoly on that in this marriage..." teased Kim as she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her husband's lips as they danced. "Really??..and what secret might that be...Miss Parmasar...??" quipped Johnny as he kissed her back. "Why your most excellent dancing skills?..You never told me you could dance...and you look so handsome in your tuxedo" replied Kim as she smiled at the man she loved with all her heart and soul. Johnny wore a white dinner jacket..crisp white shirt...black silk tie..black slacks and black leather shoes. Johnny smiled back at his wife...who wore a strapless black gown..which hugged every curve of her body perfectly. A long V-slit on the left side of the dress..offered a glimpse of her left leg. Her black hair..which was piled atop her head.. gleamed under the lights from the crystal shandileer which hung from the ceiling over the ballroom. Delicate pearl earrings hung from each of her ears while a thin pearl necklace hung around her neck..ending inches above the space between her ample breasts..and silver stillettos completed Kim's evening attire. "You look beautiful too babe" replied Johnny as he gave his wife a twirl before pulling her close to him again. "Thanks...but we both know what outfit you'd really like to see me in...play your cards right lover...and I'll grant you your fantasy..." whispered Kim as she kissed her husband again..minutes before the song ended. Johnny knew exactly that his beautiful wife and partner was subtly referring to her alternate identity as the sexy Amazon of Guyana...OCELOT WOMAN... whose curvaceous and muscular brown body was considerably more enhanced by Kim's already curvy figure..its features..especially her enlarged firm breasts..aptly highlighted by a flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard which barely garbed her incredible figure. "However I could use a glass of white wine...please..." said Kim with a smile as she and Johnny joined the other guests in applauding the orchestra. "Your wish is my command my lady..." replied Johnny with a slight bow as he turned and walked to the bar. He was thinking about his superheroine spouse in her skimpy crime-fighting attire when someone bumped into him while he was on his way to the bar to get a drink for Kim. "Hey!!" yelled Johnny as red wine spilt on to his jacket and shirt..as he turned to face the person who bumped into him. He was startled and when he found himself looking directly into the eyes of his one time high school rival...Fabian Thorne Price...the offender on this occasion...a half empty glass of red wine in his right hand. "Well..well..well...Now how did you get you get in here Chan?!..It surely must be due to some oversight on father's part...I can't see why anyone would invite someone of your ilk to such a grand occasion...you're still the poorest of any class..and dear oh dear...you made me ruin a perfectly good glass of wine..an expensive and rare vintage..you'd undoubtedly spend a lifetime of your pitiful savings to buy!" gloated Fabian...who was flanked on either side by a bodyguard. Johnny felt anger well up inside of him as he glared at Fabian. Ever since they were teenagers at boarding school...Fabian always used to mock him because Johnny's parents were poor and he had to work his way to get a scholarship to attend the prestigious foreign boarding school they once attended in Queens, New York. Fabian used to flaunt the fact his father was one of the most powerful men in the city and could buy almost anything for him. He was on the verge of lashing out..verbally and physically at the younger Thorne Price...when Kim found him. "Johnny?...Darling what's going on?" asked Kim..who already had a pretty good idea that she just intervened at the right time to avert a potentially explosive situation. Her arrival did not go unnoticed by Fabian...who surveyed her body and attire from head to toe..especially her ample cleavage with lust. "Now I see why you rented the cheapest tux your could find...the money you couldn't spend on it..went to hire this callgirl!" sneered Fabian. "Excuse me?!" asked Kim..a mixture of anger and surprise in her voice. Fabian then turned his attention to her..taking one step towards Kim. "Whatever he's paying you my dear...I can double it if you leave this loser and come with me!" offered Fabian. That for Johnny was the last straw as far as Fabian's insults were concerned. "Bastard!!..That's my wife you're talkin too!!" yelled Johnny as he stepped towards Fabian..whose bodyguards also attempted to block him. Kim reacted quickly..applying a small enough portion of her super strength as Ocelot Woman..to prevent Johnny from lashing out. "Johnny!..No!..Don't!" said Kim as she grabbed his right wrist with her right hand before he can launch it at Fabian. Johnny looked at his wife..saw the logic in her brown eyes.. and knew she was right. "After all these years Fabian...You're still not worth it!..Let's go honey.." quipped Johnny as he walked away from Fabian..with Kim close behind him. However Fabian Thorne Price was not done insulting his former rival. "That's right Chan!..Run away!..You always were a coward!...Never up for a fight!..As for your 'wife'...if she wants a good time in New York...She can look me up!" scoffed the young billionaire as he watched Johnny making his way through the crowded ballroom with Kim close behind him. As the guests returned to the festivities....from another corner of the room where he was speaking with the Mayor and some other businessmen..Gunther Thorne Price looked on grimly..and deeply disappointed in Fabian's behavior. "Johnny!..Johnny wait!" cried Kim as she ran after her husband as he stormed towards the main entrance of the ballroom. Kim had never seen Johnny get so angry before and she had a feeling that outside of Fabian Thorne Price's obnoxious behavior...there was something else about the billionaire playboy which deeply troubled the man she loved. Just as she closed the gap between Johnny and herself..Kim felt her famous puffy black nipples and areolas suddenly shoot to attention underneath her dress. "Ohh!..My Ocelot Nipples!..They're tingling!..I'm sensing danger!..Where?...What?...Who?" thought Kim with alarm as she stopped abruptly in her tracks...her brown eyes scanning the ballroom for the threat which she sensed...while looking for someplace where she could change into her sexy, super-powered alter-ego. With split-second precision timing.. the main doors to the ballroom were sealed shut.. and men dressed as waiters inside of the ballroom..quickly donned gas masks over their faces.. and pulled out some strange looking guns and fired a series of pellets into the midst of the startled guests. Thick clouds of swirling green gas rapidly filled the interior of the ballroom...and all guests and hotel staffers who did not have masks to protect them from the gas...dropped like flies to the floor. "Kim...Uhhhh" groaned Johnny as he turned to aid his wife...only to be overwhelmed by the fumes and collapse to the floor unconscious. "Johnny...Ohhhh..some kind of gas...My head..spinning..getting so dizzy...have to get away...before I..I...Uuuuuuuh" moaned Kim as she fell to the floor in close proximity to where her husband had collapsed unconscious...in the gas-filled ballroom. Within the space of two minutes...everyone in the ballroom was lying unconscious on the floor...all that is except a group of five men dressed as waiters..toting gas guns..thanks to the gas masks which they wore. They were joined in ballroom by another group of four men wearing the uniforms used by the hotel's kitchen staff..who were also wearing gas masks on their faces to protect them from the effects of the powerful knockout gas. The leader of this group was a short man with a wiry frame of German descent...a Neo Nazi criminal of some repute named Werner. Next to him was his longstanding partner in crime...another a tall brawny Neo Nazi..called Reinhard. The duo were once the loyal enforcers to the now deceased Guyanese business magnate Bill Wilkins who operated a secret Neo Nazi crime cartel under the cover of his legitimate businesses.in the South American nation. Since the death of their former leader...they had fled to New York City...where they sought refuge amongst the large Caribbean diaspora that was here..including criminal elements that were loyal to Bill Wilkins. "Move quickly!...The effects of the gas will wear off soon!..Find the target and let's go!" ordered Werner. Reinhard and the other two thugs who accompanied him..fanned out and searched amongst the bodies of the unconscious guests on the floor. "Ja!..This is the one!" declared the brawny Reinhard in triumph as he slung the motionless body of Fabian Thorne Price over his left shoulder. "Excellent!..Take him to ze getaway van in ze alley behind ze hotel!..Cover our escape!..No one shall stop us!" gloated Werner as the Neo Nazi thugs exited via the service entrance to the ballroom with the billionaire playboy as their hostage. However they had no idea that someone was already on to their nefarious scheme. Stabroek News investigative journalist Kim Parmasar recovered faster from the effects of the knockout gas a lot faster than any of the other persons in the room..thanks to a particular advantage which she had. Kim crawled over to where her husband Johnny lay..still unconscious from the gas. She felt his pulse and was relieved. "I can't believe it...Werner and Reinhard!..Here in New York City!...They've kidnapped Fabian Thorne Price...the son of Gunther Thorne Price..obviously they plan to hold him for ransom!" said Kim to herself. Leaning towards Johnny...she planted a light kiss on his lips. "You'll be all right Johnny...just rest here lover...We'll talk when I get back..We may be thousands of miles away from Guyana...but I can't turn a blind eye to evil...it's up to me to rescue Fabian Thorne Price...He needs the help of Ocelot Woman!" resolved Kim as she stood up and followed the Neo Nazi felons through the service entrance. The sounds of her stilettos echoed across the tiled floor in the service corridor as she pursued her quarry. After checking to see that she was alone in the corridor...Kim smiled to herself as she decided to change into more comfortable and revealing attire to deal with the Neo Nazi kidnappers. Raising her arms on either side of her upper torso..Kim started to spin on a single spot in the corridor. In the space of two seconds...her clothing and body were enveloped in a golden light as she hurriedly began her amazing transformation. As her evening gown..white silk bra and panties...and her stilettos vanished from around her body..a soft sigh of pleasure escaped from Kim's lips as she felt her curvaceous and muscular body becoming significantly enhanced as she spun. A flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard slowly snaked over her...covering the curvaceously, muscular body which became significantly enhanced as she spun. Her large brown breasts were increased by several inches... becoming largely firm and barely protected by the thin fabric. As it worked down her body, the leotard formed a thin sliver in between her large, muscular thighs...exposing a few wisps of black pubic hair. Her feet were bare save for an erotic golden anklet, just tied above her left ankle. Her trademark golden belt and lasso and twirled themselves magically around her small, curvy waist. Kim's black hair loosened..becoming long and glossy as it cascaded on to her broad and virtually naked shoulders. Gold bracelets snapped onto her wrists and Kim closed her eyes..allowin an ocelot pelt mask caress the upper part of her face, concealing her identity...within that of the sexy Amazon of Guyana known as OCELOT WOMAN. "Now that I have changed into my more comfortable battle garb...It is time to renew some old criminal acquaintances of mine and to make my crime fighting debut in New York City" quipped the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman as she sprinted swiftly down the service corridor which led to the alley behind the Pierre Hotel. Kim's big brown breasts bobbed and swayed sexily from side to side underneath her flimsy, translucent ocelot pelt leotard..as her slender muscled arms and long muscular legs moved in unison. The coolness of the floor registering under the soles of her erotic bare feet..her mane of long glossy black hair trailing behind her as she ran. In the alley...Fabian Thorne Price was bound hand and foot..his mouth gagged and dumped unceremoniously into the back of an unmarked brown van. Werner, Reinhard and their seven men were in the process of stripping out of their respective hotel uniforms..and into regular civilian attire in the alley...when they were startled by the appearance of someone they never expected. Their jaws dropped and their eyes popped collectively as they saw the brave, beauteous and busty Ocelot Woman emerge in the alley to confront them. "Leaving the party so soon gentlemen?!..The evening is just about to get interesting!...I command you to release Fabian Thorne Price at once...or suffer my wrath!!" declared the sexy Amazon of Guyana as she assumed her trademark heroic pose in front of Werner, Reinhard and their New Yorker thugs. Her hands balled into fists resting lightly on either side of her small shapely waist..her long muscular legs slightly apart..her erotic bare feet flat against the cold hard ground of the alley...her big brown breasts pushed towards them with confidence. To be continued. |
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