New Ocelot Woman in New York Story 3

Pierre Hotel, Fifth Avenue.
Manhattan, New York City
9 pm

Johnny Chan sat amongst the persons in the ballroom of one of New York's premier hotels..being attended to by paramedics. As he regained his senses from the impromptu gas attack which they were all subjected to hours earlier..the Stabroek News photojournalist tried to figure out what was going on. Two hours before...he was attending the gala ball event..an annual event hosted by Guyanese born industrialist Gunther Thorne Price... with his wife Kim Parmasar and his partners from the Stabroek News where she was the top investigative journalist for that newspaper. Johnny remembered arguing with Gunther's arrogant son Fabian who had insulted both his wife and himself. He remembered walking towards the entrance to the ballroom..with Kim following him...talking with her..and then suddenly being overwhelmed by gas.

Johnny had no idea how long he'd been out but when he woke up..he discovered that Kim was gone. Also gone were Gunther and Fabian Thorne Price. While he had no idea where Gunther and Fabian had gone...Johnny had gut feeling about the reason why his wife was not amongst the guests in the ballroom of the Pierre Hotel where they were staying. "Some kind of attack took place here...Somehow Kim must have gotten away..and changed into OCELOT WOMAN..and went after the crooks.." thought Johnny to himself. While Johnny loved and admired his wife for her courage whenever she donned her flimsy ocelot pelt attire to battle the criminals and protect innocent people from harm in keeping with her duties as a superheroine...things were very different this time. They were far away from home and the rules of engagement in the teeming metropolis that was New York City was very different from Guyana. "Where are you Kim...Where are you?.." thought Johnny..hoping that his feelings would reach his superheroine wife..wherever she was at that moment.

Fifth Avenue Apartments
Manhattan, New York City
9.45 pm

This was the exact same question which Ocelot Woman was asking herself as she slowly regained consciousness. As her senses slowly returned..the sexy Amazon of Guyana became aware of a few things. Firstly...she was lying on her back atop a surface that was soft and seemed to hug every contour of her curvaceous and muscular brown body. This became evident to her as her long muscular legs stretched back and forth. below her small curvy waist...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet exploring this strange surface. Secondly...a light chill in the air brushing against her awesome chest told her she was topless...her big brown breasts exposed for public viewing. Thirdly..a throbbing pain in the back of her head. Finally...and most importantly...she felt a pair of male hands feeling them up...especially her famous puffy black nipples and areolas which were erect and semi-erect from being tasered earlier in the evening and then groped by some NYPD cops.

"Uuuuh...What happened?...Where...Where am I?..A man...A man is touching my Ocelot Breasts...feel so sleepy..so weak..cannot move...Who are you??" sighed Kim as her brown eyes slowly opened in the slits of the thin ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face. The buxom Guyanese superwoman saw blurred images of lights on the ceiling and a man sitting beside her..as she felt his hands fondling her large firm brown breasts. "The name's Fabian Thorne Price...and I'll ask the questions here..Who are you?" asked the bilionaire playboy as his hands roamed freely over the naked chest of the beauteous Guyanese Amazon. "Uuuuh..A man..playing with my Ocelot Nipples...they are so...hhhhhh..aaa...rrr..ddd..making me feel so sleepy...cannot raise my arms...to protect them..have to tell..the truth.." cooed Kim.

"Excellent...Tell me who you are..." sneered Fabian as his thumbs brushed the hard and erect puffy black nipples and areolas which capped the summits of her big brown breasts. "Uuuuh...I am...Ocelot Woman...Super heroine...of..Guyana..." sighed the busty Guyanese superwoman. "You're a long way from home...What brings you here?" asked Fabian as his hands continued to fondled the large firm brown breasts of Ocelot Woman. "Came to New York...Uuuuh..with my husband...saw you being kidnapped...went to save you...police..Yes..they tased me..because I wanted to stop the crooks...who kidnapped you...is everything..all right with you?" sighed Ocelot Woman. Being the ungrateful spoilt rich kid that he was..Fabian decided to take advantage of the sleepy Guyanese superwoman and blackmail her.

"You're mistaken super bitch...The cops tased you because you kidnapped me!" sneered Fabian as his hands groped Kim's big brown breasts..his fingers stroking her famous puffy black nipples and areolas which were erect and hard as bullets. "What?...No...Uuuh..that is not true...I did not try to kidnap you..You know..I did not do that..Why didn't you say anything...to the police?" sighed Kim...struggling to clear her mind...so she could get her nipples and areolas to soften in order to regain her super strength. "That should be obvious to a woman like you..because I want a night with you..Only then..will I let the cops drop the charges against you.." sneered Fabian as he continued toying with the famous puffy black nipples and areolas of the helpless Guyanese Amazon.

"Uuuh...Why would I do such a stupid thing..and..Uuuh...stop touching my Ocelot Breasts...in this..inappropriate way...Uuuh...making me..sleepy..do not want...to black out...must stay..awake.." cooed Kim as she felt sleep starting to descend on her again. Just at that moment...the voice of an older man was heard. "Stop!!!" yelled Gunther Thorne Price as he entered the room..with his security chief Durk Koyt walking behind him. Fabian removed his hands from the naked chest of the sexy Amazon of Guyana and stepped away from the bed. Walking up to his son and heir..Gunther slapped him across the face with his right hand. "Up to your usual tricks again Fabian?!...How dare you treat this brave woman who saved your life from the hands of criminals?!...Grab the phone immediately and call Captain Carpenter..Tell him to drop the charges against her at once!" ordered Gunther.

"Yes...Father.." replied Fabian meekly..as he walked out of the room followed by Koyt. Her big brown breasts free from the touch of Fabian's hands..the amazing recuperative powers of her curvaceous and muscular brown body immediately took effect. Gunther was fascinated as he watched her famous puffy black nipples and areolas of the sexy Amazon of Guyana become soft in a manner of seconds...fully restoring her super powers and her consciousness. He watched as Kim swiveled on her pear shaped buttocks..stretched her long muscular legs in the air..press the palms of her hands against the bed and get to her erotic bare feet...adjusting the spaghetti-thin straps of her flimsy tanslucent ocelot pelt leotard to barely cover her large firm brown breasts again.

"My most profound apologies Ocelot Woman...My name is Gunther Thorne Price..and I want to thank you for saving my son Fabian's life..." said Gunther as he extended his right hand towards the beauteous Guyanese Amazon who responded by assuming her trademark heroine pose in front of the 80 year old tycoon. "So you know who I am Mr Thorne Price...You will forgive me if I do not shake your hand...I intervened to save your son's life...and was thwarted from stopping the criminals responsible for it...when New York City police officers...tased me in my Ocelot Breasts.. fondled me...knocked me unconscious...and I wake up to find your son playing with my Ocelot Breasts..." said Kim as she stood with her hands on either side of her small, curvy waist...her long muscular legs spread slightly apart..her erotic bare feet flat on the floor and her big brown breasts pushed towards her host with confidence. Gunther retracted his hand and bowed apologetically.

"Indeed...You're correct Ocelot Woman...rest assured that the officers who treated you with such discourtesy shall be dealt with...and I shall discipline Fabian personally...You do deserve an explanation...and I shall answer whatever questions you have...Shall we go into my living room where we can discuss this?" offered Gunther with a gesture of his left hand. "Lead the way Mr Thorne Price...but understand that I will not tolerate any further deception...and you shall face my wrath if you do..." warned the sexy Amazon of Guyana. "Agreed...I never argue with a strong, independent-minded woman..it's an argument I know I would lose.." replied Gunther as they walked out of the bedroom..down a corridor and into the mansion apartment's huge living room which had a great view of nearby Central Park. Kim noticed the stone fireplace and the plethora of expensive paintings and other trophies in the room but paid little attention to them.

"So far my stay in New York has not created a good impression on me Mr Thorne Price...I had not expected to get my Ocelot Breasts tasered and be knocked unconscious by the authorities when I was pursuing the persons who had kidnapped your son...Obviously the reason I regained consciousness in your residence and not at a police station is because those police officers work for you...I want to know who are the persons who attempted to kidnap your son...Two of them are known to me...Neo Nazi criminals named Werner and Reinhard...who used to work for a crime kingpin from Guyana named Bill Wilkins..You must tell me who they are working for...Who are your enemies?" said Ocelot Woman resuming her heroic pose in the living room. Hands on her small curvy waist...her long muscular legs slightly apart...erotic bare feet resting flat on the carpeted floor and her big brown breasts..barely concealed by her flimsy, translucent attire puffed up with confidence.

Gunther Thorne Price chuckled as he walked over to his bar and poured himself a glass of brandy. "Who are my enemies?...My dear...the list is exhaustive..I've made many in my day...Bill Wilkins...Yes I knew that name...his confederates..the ones you call Werner and Reinhard..I believe the late Mr Wilkins may still have some associates residing in the city..exactly where...I don't know...but these gentlemen could be working for a Chinese criminal organisation with deep roots in Chinatown...a triad my people tell me..is called the Black Tigers..They own several properties in Chinatown which I'm in the process of acquiring to expand my businesses in the city...after tonight's incident..it's become clear to me..the Black Tigers pose a grave threat to my family and my business...normal measures I use to deal with these kinds of matters may not be sufficient.." said Gunther. "So what exactly is it that you are asking of me Mr Thorne Price?" asked Ocelot Woman.

"What I'm asking my dear Ocelot Woman..Is for your help...The Black Tigers are powerful, resourceful and well-financed...Thanks to you..their plan to kidnap my son was thwarted...but they may strike again...I suspect my annual winter regata could prove too tempting a target for them to resist...Will you be prepared to protect me and my family against these criminals?" asked Gunther. The sexy Amazon of Guyana pondered the 80-year old tycoon's words for a minute before giving him her answer. "It is clear to me that you've now drawn me into your predicament Mr Thorne Price when those police officers on your payroll captured me and thwarted my attempt to apprehend Werner and Reinhard...I will help you..but you must allow my friends...Kim Parmasar and Johnny Chan..journalists from the Stabroek News to get an exclusive insight into this threat against you and your business..you must provide them with all the information you have about this Chinese triad" replied Ocelot Woman.

"You drive a hard bargain Ocelot Woman..Very well...I agree..Your friends will have my utmost cooperation..but I trust you will keep this agreement confidential between us...How will I get in contact with you?" said Gunther. "Do not worry about that Mr Thorne Price...I will never be too far away..." replied the sexy Amazon of Guyana. Before Gunther could say another word...Ocelot Woman turned on the balls of her erotic bare feet and sprinted swiftly away from him. He watched in awe as her big brown breasts bobbed and swayed sexily from side to side under her flimsy, translucent ocelot pelt leotard..her slender muscled arms and long muscular legs working in tandem as she ran out on to the open balcony of his penthouse apartment.

Gunther watched as the sexy Amazon of Guyana flexed her large thighs and leapt into the air...as a strange spotted aircraft swooped in from out of nowhere and took her away into the night sky. "What a woman.." thought Gunther as he watched her fly away. Kim made her way along the port wing of her Oce Jet and slipped inside of the cockpit as its canopy opened to allow her entry. Her pear-shaped buttocks barely concealed by the thin sliver of ocelot pelt between her large muscular thighs..rested comfortably on the pilot's seat as she took command of her plane. Kim's right hand holding the flight stick steady between her large thighs..her long muscular legs gliding back and forth below her small curvy waist...her erotic bare feet gripping the flight pedals as the mystic powered aircraft soared over Central Park. "Johnny must be really worried...I'd better find a place to change safely and get back to the hotel..and tell him everything that happened...our vacation here in New York City has turned into something else.." thought Ocelot Woman as she piloted her plane.

Columbus Park.
New York
9 pm.

Unaware of the events which has transpired earlier in the evening at the Pierre Hotel... police work and crime were the furthest things from Karl Misawa's mind at that moment...as he strolled through this scenic park near Chinatown...in the company of 20 year old Christie Lee...the younger sister of his former and now deceased partner Sandra Lee. After having dinner at the popular Shanghai Cuisine nearby...they enjoyed each others company as they took a walk in the scenic park nearby. Karl remembered how he and Sandra would sometimes come here after their shift at the New York Police Department's 13th Precinct was over. Even though four years had passed since she died and he left New York...the memories of his former partner who was becoming more to him just before she died...were as fresh in Karl's mind as if they all happened yesterday.

As he looked at Christie...he could not believe the beautiful young woman that Christie had grown into during the four years since he had left New York. How much she resembled her older sister. Her short crop of shiny black hair...deep brown eyes..full cherry lips..and smooth bronze skin. As they walked hand in hand along the concrete pathways of Columbus Park..Karl admired her curvy figure..aptly highlighted by her ankle high boots...tight-fitting skirt..baggy shirt and black leather jacket. His thoughts were interrupted as they stopped and Christie turned to him..wrapping her slender arms around his neck. "Oh God Karl...You have no idea how much I missed you..." said Christie with a smile as Karl put his hands on either side of her curvy waist. "Sorry about that kiddo...Things happened..." said Karl apologetically. "You don't need to apologise Karl...especially not to me...Sandy understands..I know she does..." replied Christie as she placed her gloved hands on either side of his face..and Karl looked into her eyes as she smiled at him.

"I just can't over how much you've grown..." said Karl as they continued walking..hand in hand. "Well it has been four years since you left...I'm grateful that you kept sending money back to help Daddy run his business...but still it we would've liked it...I would have liked it..if you had stayed..." replied Christie. "I know..but it was all too much to handle..Sandy dying..the scum who killed her going free..." said Karl. "But you did get him...Bill Wilkins...I read that he died in some kind of prison break in Guyana...that's where you tracked him to...that's where you been all this time..." said Christie. "Wow!..You're quite the detective...Mustn't have been easy...telling you Dad that you we're going to be a private investigator after college..." remarked Karl.

"He understood...I felt I had to do it for Sandy..and for me too...Is that why you stayed away all this time?..What took you so long to come back?" asked Christie as they paused and sat down on a bench. The young woman noticed a strange silence had suddenly fallen over the former New York city cop and he seemed to be at a loss for words. To her..Karl Misawa never looked more adorable. Unknown to Karl..Christie had developed a crush on him while he was her sister's partner in the NYPD. As a teenager she looked forward every morning to when Karl picked up his sister and their home to take her to the police precinct. She enjoyed his company when they came home very late because an investigation took longer than office hours to solve...often sharing a meal at their place.

Christie always suspected Karl was in love with Sandra...but he never showed it. She knew her older sister was in love with Karl but had a secret which she was afraid would cause Karl to hate her. Because she loved her sister...who had looked out for her ever since their parents dies..Christie put away any fantasies she had of having a future with Karl Misawa..praying that one day Sandra would be able to express the love she had for her partner to him. The bullet from the gun of now deceased Guyanese Neo Nazi crime lord Bill Wilkins changed all of that.

Karl was never the same after Sandra was killed at Wilkins' hand and was dishonorably discharged from the NYPD after he tried to shoot Wilkins before he left New York for Guyana. Karl followed him there..and remained there until now.

Even though she was grateful that he supported her from thousands of miles away..sending her money to allow her to finish college...Christie missed Karl. He was the closest thing she had to family with her parents and sister deceased. As Christie pondered these thoughts..Karl was trying to figure out what to tell her. Spending the time with Christie Lee since returning to New York had a strange and unexpected effect. Looking at her...Karl so so much of Sandra in Christie...he had to remind himself that this was the younger sister of his now deceased partner. He found himself filled with regret..for all those unspoken words between Sandra and himself. Taking a deep breath..Karl composed himself and prepared to answer Christie's question.

"Sandy was part of the reason why I stayed away...but there's another reason why I..." began Karl before he was interrupted by the unmistakeable sound of pistol hammers being cocked. Karl got to his feet...standing in front of Christie to shield her as four men wearing ski masks...all armed with guns surrounded them. "Karl Misawa...You're coming with us.." said one of the men.

To be continued.