Yellow Cat and The Black Syrian 8



Trench Town

Kingston, Jamaica

7 pm



STANLEY WONG...was a man...with a lot on his mind...as he pulled up outside of the old apartment building he was living in...driving a red Porsche sports car which belonged to LARA GOODNITE...the daughter of his new employer...billionaire industrialist Gordon Goodnite. Since coming to Jamaica and being hired by Gordon as a special consultant for his conglomerate of Goodnite Enterprises...it seemed to Stanley that his boss' 43 year old daughter seemed to be his real job. On the first night of his arrival in Jamaica...Gordon ordered him to escort Lara to the Barracks Race Track as a way to persuade Qatari billionaire businessman SAMUEL HABIB...to partner with Goodnite Enterprises and sign some business deals here in the Caribbean island.



When he first met Lara...Stanley knew he got more than he bargained for...when she slapped him in the face...when she caught him watching her shapely brown body...clad only in a flimsy white robe when she answered the front door of her townhouse. Lara Goodnite was without doubt...the most beautiful woman that Stanley had ever seen in his life...but was as cold as ice when it came to men. However Stanley recalled this impression of hers came close to bring disapproved...when he was on an a lunch date with L:ara earlier in the week. Just when it looked like she was about to share an intimate moment with him...she ran away without explanation.



Reflecting on this as he entered the front door of his apartment building...Stanley also remembered that Lara Goodnite was not the only woman on his mind at the moment. He was also thinking about the mysterious masked maiden...known as YELLOW CAT. Directed by Gordon Goodnite to investigate reports of criminal activity in a housing project in Tivoli Gardens that was critical to a deal being discussed between Gordon and Habib...he discovered that the Busty Jamaican Amazon had been captured by these criminals. This he found out from teenager JIMMY JONES...who was not unknown to him...having encountered him days earlier at the Barracks Race Tracks where he worked as a stable boy.



He discovered the boy trying to sell Yellow Cat's flimsy bra and her cat-o-nine whip and demanded to know what had happened to her. When the boy disrespected the buxom Jamaican superwoman with gutter talk...something inside of Stanley snapped and he knocked the boy out with a lighting fast punch...employing skills which he had but vowed never to use again. Leaving the boy in the custody of security officers attached to Goodnite Security...a private security firm charged with the responsibility of providing security services for The Flats...Stanley had spent much of the post-lunch period of the day...in a frantic search to find Yellow Cat. However he turned up no leads as to her whereabouts...and he was still concerned about Lara Goodnite. "Nice going Wong....One woman runs out on you...and you can't find another...who's in big trouble...but she's too proud to ask for help" thought Stanley as he walked up the staircase towards his tenth floor apartment...opting not to use the elevator.



Why did Lara abandon him so abruptly at the restaurant? What happened in The Flats? What was Jimmy Jones connection in all of this? How did Yellow Cat get involved and where was she now? All these thoughts swirled around in the mind of Stanley Wong...as he looked at them from several different angles...but reached the same conclusion every time...a dead end with no answers. Taking out his apartment key...Stanley slipped the key in the lock...turned the bolt...and let himself into his darkened apartment. He was about to put on the lights...when he felt a draft of cold air...and his latent skill set took over immediately. "I didn't leave a window open...Somebody broke in" thought Stanley. Moving as quietly as he could...Stanley entered the living room.



He spotted the broken glass from the window...overlooking the street. "I'm ten storeys off the ground...Who could possibly have..." wondered Stanley. His thoughts were interrupted...when he heard...an unmistakeable feminine moan of..."Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh"...coming from his bedroom. He rushed to the bedroom making no sound across the wooden floor of his apartment...and pushed open the already ajar door...to confirm his suspicions on hearing the moans. The consultant discovered one of the women on his mind... the Busty Jamaican Amazon named Yellow Cat...lying face down in the middle of his bed...her muscular arms stretched past her head...her long muscular legs spread wide open...the soles of her erotic bare feet shown to him. Stanley could not help but admire the amazing musculature on the woman's voluptuous brown body...she was truly living art.



However he quickly observed...she was topless...her yellow cowl mask in place...her thin yellow panty bunched up between her large thighs...narrowing to a sliver between the round firm cheeks of her firm shapely ass. Leaning over her...Stanley brushed back her long mane of glossy black hair...and placed the fingers of his left hand against the left side of her neck. "You're hurt Yellow Cat....Someone really did a number on you" said Stanley as he felt her pulse was faint. Placing his strong hands gently against her broad shoulders...Stanley gently rolled the unconscious Jamaican superwoman over. Placing his left hand against the middle of her back...his right hand behind her knees...Stanley lifted her tenderly into his strong arms.



He watched as her slender muscular arms dangled like limp noodles...her slender fingers with golden and razor sharp fingernails pointing to the floor...same as the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...which had golden and razor sharp toenails.. Her head rolled against her left shoulder. Her eyes tightly shut in the slits of her yellow cowl mask. Her glossy lips slightly parted...offering a glimpse of her pearl white teeth. Stanley watched her massive naked brown breasts...capped at their peaks by big puffy dark brown nipples that were hard...erect...and bullet shaped. He even observed a distinct wet spot on the middle of her flimsy yellow underwear...between her large thighs. "Don't worry Yellow Cat...You're safe now...I'm here...and I will take care of you...I promise" vowed Stanley as he carried the sleeping Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica to the nearby bathroom.



8 pm



Yellow Cat felt as if she was in a never ending nightmare. Images of masked thugs beating her in her naked massive brown breasts...the sneering face of playboy businessman Lancelot Holder...as he put battery clamps on her big puffy dark brown nipples...how he taunted her with a chloroform-soaked cotton wad...before placing it over her nose and mouth...forcing her to breathe it...to knock her out...feelings of pain and pleasure as the demented veterinarian...Doctor Shane Douglas...using electric toothbrushes and clamps on her fabulous nipples...

a steel spiked ball being used to steamroll her virgin clitoris...swirled around and around in her jaded brain. Then she felt something different. Calming...soothing sensations...starting to filter into the muscles and sinews of her voluptuous brown body.



"Uuuuuuuh....Home...There is...no place...like...home...Uuuuuuuuuh...it feels good...to be...home...." sighed the Busty Jamaican Amazon as her brown eyes slowly opened in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...as her senses slowly returned to her. Lara fluttered her brown eyes in the slits of her cowl mask...as blackness slowly gave way to blurry images. As her senses slowly returned...Yellow Cat felt incredible fatigue resonating throughout her entire voluptuous and muscular brown body. She also felt as if her body was surrounded by some kind of liquid. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...My Super Breasts....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...My Super Nipples...feel...strange...feel...wet...How??.....Where??" sighed Lara as she rolled her head slowly from side to side...and felt her damp mane of glossy black hair...resting against the surface of something.



Then the blurry image of a man...wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans...came into her blurry vision...sitting down close to wherever it is she was. "It's all right Yellow Cat...Just relax...You're safe now..." a familiar male voice replied. Turning her head to the right...the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica focused her attention on the man who was sitting to her right. As her vision slowly began to clear...her brown eyes barely open in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...Lara was surprised as she stared sleepily into the handsome face of the man who was sitting beside her. "Stanley??...Stanley Wong??" asked Yellow Cat. "It's okay Yellow Cat...Just relax...said Stanley as he placed his left hand on her broad naked right shoulder to reassure her.



As he did so...the gorgeous Jamaican superwoman...discovered she was submerged in a bathtub filled with warm water...up to her broad shoulders. "Eh??....I am naked!...Stanley Wong!...You took off my clothes!...Uuuuuuuuh...my arms...my legs...are so heavy...cannot move...My mask!...No!...You have me helpless!...I do not know...if my mask is still on!" cried Lara in alarm. "It's okay Yellow Cat...Don't be afraid..." said Stanley as he raised his right hand to her beautiful face. "No!...I cannot move!...Please Stanley Wong!...You must not unmask me!...My identity must stay a secret!...No!...No!...No!!" pleaded the Busty Jamaican Amazon...her brown eyes wide open in panic in the slits of her yellow cowl mask as the fingers of Stanley's right hand neared her face...terrified that she was about to be unmasked... and Stanley would know that her true identity was that of Lara Goodnite...the daughter of his boss...Gordon Goodnite...and a well known criminologist. To Lara's surprise...she watched as her father's employee...gently traced the outline of the lower part of her yellow cowl mask...gently brushing the lower part of her nose...which was exposed.



"My...My mask!...It is still on!...You did not unmask me Stanley Wong!...Why??"...cried Yellow Cat with silent relief welling up within her...as the fingers of Stanley's right hand gently caressed the fabric of her yellow cowl mask...including the cat's ears that perked up on top. "I've been looking for you for hours hero lady...and here I found you...passed out in my bed..." explained Stanley as he gently caressed the lower part of the beautiful face of the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...which was not covered by her cowl mask. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Why?....Why are you doing this....Stanley Wong??....What is in this bathwater??...My Super Nipples...feel so funny....My Super Breasts...feel heavy....and my Super Cunt...Ohhhhhhhhhh...it hurts...cannot move...I am so weak....I am so helpless...I saw the way...you looked at my Super Breasts...when I was topless...in Crystal Stream's stall...at the Barracks...You could have taken advantage of me...then...but poured cold water on my Super Breasts to revive them...You have me now...where any man in Jamaica...would want to...but you are not unmasking me....Why?...Something in this bathwater...is making me feel....so relaxed...so tired...want to pass out...but I cannot...You will unmask me...as soon as I lose consciousness...I cannot...let that happen...must stay awake..." sighed Lara.



However the Busty Jamaican Amazon was surprised again...as Stanley tenderly traced her glossy lips with his right index finger. "Relax Yellow Cat...Let the healing salts in the bathwater do their work...They'll heal all of the sore muscles in your body...everyplace where those crooks you fought exploited...I'm not most men...I know that you fight for justice and protect innocent people...Your mask helps you do that...I'll never take that away from you...I'll always respect your privacy...I'll never take advantage of you like that...Shhhh...Relax...Sleep Yellow Cat...Go to sleep....Sleep...Sleep" replied Stanley in a soft, calming voice...as he ran his fingers across the masked brow of the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica. "Uuuuuuh...I am so sleepy Stanley Wong...So tired...my Super Breasts...Super Nipples...Super Cunt...need rest...The way you speak to me...I...I sense...I...can trust you...I...I...I...never felt this way...with any man before...all new to me...I...I...I...I......I....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed Yellow Cat. Stanley watched as he saw a white cloud rise from between the large open thighs of the Busty Jamaican Amazon. He watched as Lara's brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...slowly closing as her head sagged forward. Placing his left hand behind Yellow Cat's head...Stanley gently lowered it against the edge of the bathtub. "That's right Yellow Cat...Sleep...Sleep peacefully hero lady...I'll protect you" he assured the gorgeous Jamaican superwoman who was unconscious again.



10 pm



"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh....Stanley....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh....Stanley Wong...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" groaned Yellow Cat...her head rolling from side to side...pillowed atop her long mane of glossy black hair. Stretching her slender muscular arms and long muscular legs...the Busty Jamaican Amazon realised she was lying atop a flat and comfortable surface...and she felt something soft covering her voluptuous and muscular brown body. As her brown eyes slowly opened in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...Lara discovered...she was lying in Stanley's bed on her back...with the covers pulled up to her broad shoulders. "Oooooooh...How long have I been unconscious?" wondered the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica as she placed the palms of her hands flat on the mattress and eased herself up into a sitting position. As the covers fell away from her broad shoulders...Yellow Cat looked down at her broad...still naked chest. "Ohhhh...My Super Nipples...They are soft...They feel better...I can feel my Cat Strength up to full capacity again" said Lara with a smile...grateful for the treatment that Stanley had given her.



Turning to her right...Yellow Cat smiled again...as she saw her flimsy yellow bra...thin yellow panty...her belt and her cat-o-nine whip lying on a nearby night stand. Swivelling on her shapely ass...stretching her long muscular legs...the Busty Jamaican Amazon...climbed out of the bed. Wearing only her yellow cowl mask...her massive brown breasts swaying gently from side to side...she walked across the wooden floor of the apartment...to where her skimpy attire and accessories were. Lara slipped her flimsy underwear over her erotic bare feet...slowly up her strong calves and large thighs....till it barely covered the space between them. Next she reattached her belt around her small curvy waist...and reattached her whip to the left side of the belt. Brushing back strands of her long mane of glossy black hair...Lara donned her thin yellow bra...which barely covered her magnificent chest. Once she was fully attired...the gorgeous Jamaican superwoman slowly strolled out of the bedroom and into the living room...where she saw Stanley sitting at the table...working on his laptop.



Lara could not help but smile at the sight of him...dressed in a white t-shirt an blue jeans. He paused his work...and turned in her direction as she entered the living room. "I see you're awake...How do you feel?" asked Stanley. "I feel much better Stanley Wong...My Super Breasts feel strong again...and I have no pain...no weakness...no fatigue anywhere in my body..." replied Yellow Cat as she assumed her heroic pose in front of her host. Her hands resting on either side of her small curvy waist...her muscular legs spread slightly apart...her erotic bare feet resting flat on the floor...and her awesome brown bust pushed towards him with confidence. Stanley stood up from the table and walked towards her. His height at six feet..inches above hers../standing at five feet..11 inches. He took time to admire the voluptuous and muscular brown body of the beauteous Jamaican superwoman.



For her part...Yellow Cat did not mind that Stanley Wong was looking at her body. In fact...she was surprised at how pleased she felt that he was...feeling tingles of warmth in her big puffy dark brown nipples and in her virgin cunt...between her large muscular thighs. "I have spent much of today being captured...knocked unconscious...and abused by criminals...Today was tough for me...but I have to say...it is ending well...Thank you for tending to me...I have never met a man who has me vulnerable...but chooses to respect me." said Lara with a broad smile as she looked up into Stanley's warm brown eyes...which gazed back at from behind his large glasses. "You're welcome Yellow Cat...I'm glad to help...but how did you find your way here to my apartment?...And what happened to you...Your nipples were hard and erect...looked like they had been abused for hours...the healing salts I put in the bath water...looks like it helped them..." replied Stanley.



"You really pay attention to detail Stanley Wong...I do not normally approve of people speaking about my body like that...but in your case...I will make an exception...You saw me naked....twice...and did not unmask me...that gives you a right to talk about my body...As I said...I was attacked and knocked out several times by criminals today...they always target my Super Breasts...and my Super Nipples for special treatment." quipped Lara. "I see...Ever consider giving them a little more...Uh...cover?" asked Stanley. "Do not be rude Stanley Wong...I am a strong and independent woman...my attire reflects that...having me touch my Super Breasts and Super Nipples...is an occupational hazard I am used to as a super heroine." quipped Yellow Cat with a broad smile on her beautiful masked face.



"Ok...fair enough...but what happened to you?...My boss Gordon Goodnite called me to investigate reports of a disturbance in The Flats...The way I found you unconscious in my bed...tells me you know something about what happened" said Stanley. "You are correct Stanley Wong...I went to The Flats...to search for a teenage boy...named Jimmy Jones...he was involved with some men who tried to steal Mr Goodnite's horse before it ran in the Kingston Derby...I wanted to question him about who those men were...but other men...came looking for them...I fought them...but their greater numbers got the edge...and they took off my bra...and knocked me out...took me captive...and Jimmy Jones got away...which brings me to ask how you managed to have my bra...and my whip...I lost them in the fight against the criminals at The Flats" said Lara.



"Well...turns out that while I was driving around The Flats looking for clues...I found that same kid from the track...trying to sell your bra and whip for small change...I chased him...and I caught him...then I kept on looking for you...I figured if he had those things...you had to have been in big trouble" replied Stanley. "Oooh...The way Stanley Wong looks at me...I can feel my Super Nipples getting hard...My Super Clitoris...feeling a little moist...Need to stay focused Lara" thought Yellow Cat to herself. "Really?...Where is Jimmy Jones?" asked the Busty Jamaican Amazon. "I'm not sure I should tell you" said Stanley.

"Why Stanley Wong?...Do you not trust me?" asked Lara as she leaned forward...offering Stanley a glimpse of her large firm cleavage. "Are you trying to seduce me hero lady?" asked Stanley. "That is your interpretation Stanley Wong...I am a super heroine...I fight for justice and protect innocent people in need of my help..." replied Yellow Cat.



"I had him put in a safe house under 24 hour guard by security officers from Goodnite Security...My job as Mr Goodnite's consultant allows me to take steps to prevent a crisis..." explained Stanley. "So it is about protecting Gordon Goodnite's business interests?" asked Lara. "Partly...The Flats are one of the holdings which features in the negotiations that Mr Goodnite is having with Samuel Habib...I'm sure you heard about him being in Jamaica" said Stanley. "Yes...I do get time to read the newspapers Stanley Wong...What is the other reason for you putting Jimmy Jones in a safe house?" asked Yellow Cat. "The men who tried to steal Mr Goodnite's horse were found dead...executed about two days after the race...It has all the signs of a crime syndicate at work...Do you have any ideas about this?" asked Stanley.



"Nothing comes to mind at the moment...but I think we should team up to investigate this...I could use someone with your insight..." replied the Busty Jamaican Amazon with a smile and a teasing flare of her curvy hips. "Sure...I guess that could work" said Stanley. "You do not sound so enthusiastic Stanley Wong...A mysterious masked woman seeks to work with you...and you are not thrilled...Is there another woman?." asked Lara. "I don't know...It's my boss' daughter...Lara Goodnite...I had lunch with her earlier today...and I thought things were going well...then she just ran out on me..." replied Stanley as he explained what happened at the restaurant..to the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica. "I would not worry Stanley Wong...A piece of advice...give her some time...that usually helps to make things clear" said Yellow Cat...touched by the things he said.



"Yeah...I guess you're right Yellow Cat" replied Stanley. "Of course I am right Stanley Wong...Miss Goodnite is a top criminologist...You should seek her counsel about how to deal with Jimmy Jones...Well...Thank you again for the bath...I needed that...I must go now..." replied Lara as she turned and strolled away from her new partner. "How will I find you Yellow Cat?" asked Stanley. "Oh I will find you Stanley Wong...I know where you live now...Who knows...if you are lucky...

You might find out for yourself how to make me weak...Bye.." quipped the gorgeous Jamaican superwoman as she sprinted towards the open window...flexed her large thighs...and leapt through it. Stanley ran to the window...but she had already disappeared into the night.



Twenty minutes after Yellow Cat had gone...Stanley heard his cell phone ringing. "Hello?" he asked...not checking the number. "Stanley Wong...This is Lara Goodnite" said the female voice on the other end of the phone. "Lara!...I mean Miss Goodnite!" began Stanley. "You can be informal with me Stanley...but only in private...I wanted to call and apologise for today at the restaurant...I do not want you thinking you did anything wrong...You did not...There were things....personal things...about my mother...which just got me very emotional...Perhaps we can start again?" asked Lara. "Sure...Miss...Uh I mean Lara..." replied Stanley. "Good...I will call you soon...Good night Stanley Wong" said Lara. "Good night Lara" replied Stanley and ended the call. Across the city in her bedroom in her townhouse in Hope Gardens...Lara Goodnite slipped naked under the covers...and settled in to a peaceful night's sleep...dreaming about Stanley Wong.





24 hours later

Port Royal, Jamaica

Noon



Stanley Wong arrived at the palatial hill top mansion of his boss...Jamaican billionaire industrialist Gordon Goodnite...in his company leased Toyota Corolla. He had been summoned here by Gordon for an urgent meeting...and he could tell it was not going to be a picnic...as the mansion's staffers...hastily ushered him inside the palatial mansion...and to the study...where Gordon paced impatiently. "Ah there you are Wong!...I'm trusting you have a good explanation for this!" growled Gordon as he handed a file to Stanley. Opening the file...Stanley saw it contained documents signed by him authorising the use of a safe house with the highest levels of security that Goodnite Security...a major private security firm which was part of the conglomerate that was Goodnite Enterprises.



"I asked you to find out what happened in The Flats...Instead...I find out that one of my company's lavish safe houses...reserved for executives...is being used to house a street urchin!...I want an answer Wong and I want it now!!" declared Gordon shaking his fists in the air. "Well sir...I..." began Stanley...as he tried to figure out what to say. "I can give you the explanation Dad!" said Lara Goodnite as she walked into the study...and both men turned to look at her. She was dressed in a spaghetti-strapped one piece white dress..her black tresses loose about her shoulders.. large silver earrings hanging from her earlobes...wearing open-toe high heels on her feet...and carrying a large brown leather handbag on her right shoulder.

"Lara?...What are you talking about?" asked Gordon confused by the sudden appearance of his daughter and her statement.



Stanley adjusted his large glasses on his face...as he watched her enter the study...his gaze briefly falling on the silver bracelet on her left wrist....and he got a brief sense of deja vu. "Dad...There's no need to interrogate Stanley Wong...I am the one who directed him to put that boy in one of our safe houses...National Security Minister Robert Clark...has asked for my help as a criminologist on a very sensitive security matter...I cannot tell you about it...but that boy is a person of interest in the case... and I thought it was the best thing for everyone involved" explained Lara as she stood in front of her father with her hands on her hips...her legs slightly apart and her chest pushed forward. Again...Stanley's mind flashed back to his first meeting with Lara...virtually naked at her townhouse...and his encounter with Yellow Cat...the buxom Jamaican heroine one day earlier.



The words of Gordon Goodnite brought him back to reality. "All right my dear...I could never argue with you...Just keep me posted...Wong...You'd better get back to the office" said Gordon before walking out on to the nearby patio...and heading towards the garden for a long walk. " Thanks Lara" said Stanley as he turned to the lady criminologist. "You are welcome Stanley Wong...You looked like you were going to faint" quipped Lara with a broad smile on her face as she turned and walked out of the study. Stanley turned and followed her out of the front door of the mansion. "Hey wait up...I was not...and how did you know about the safe house..." whispered Stanley as they walked towards her red Porsche sports car that was parked in front of his silver Toyota Corolla.





"Oh come on Stanley Wong...I am a very resourceful woman...I will meet you at the safe house later...to question Jimmy Jones..." quipped Lara as she got into her sports car and drove away...leaving Stanley alone to ponder the many questions which were churning around inside of his brain. "It can't be...the similarities...the differences...how could she...?" pondered Stanley. "Get a grip on yourself Wong...Been in Jamaica less than a month...and you already got two women turning your head...playing with you like a cat plays with a big ball of string..." thought Stanley as he got into his car and began the long drive back to Kingston.



Hyatt Regency Hotel,

Kingston. 2 pm.



Lara Goodnite was seated in the front row of the audience in the hotel's ballroom as a gala fashion charity show was being staged by designer Debra Grieves' House of Fabrics. Before the start of the show..the ever-spaced out Grieves had informed the assembled patrons and the media present that Qatari billionaire Samuel Habib was the main benefactor of the show..donating US$1.5 billion dollars that would be used to fund several charities in Jamaica. While she applauded the announcement publicly..in her mind something..apart from the patently fraudulent personality of Debra Grieves..told Lara that something was not right about this.



As she watched the female models cavort up and down the catwalk...in an assortment of cheesy...revealing attire...Lara wondered how Habib...who was seated in the VIP section of the audience...would react if she were there as Yellow Cat. Then she saw the arrogant playboy businessman Lancelot Holder arrive and sit next to his mother..the socialite and record mogul Iris Mecca and Habib. He was dressed in a pale pink shirt...grey jacket and pants and white leather shoes which seemed to be a cheap imitation of something out of "Miami Vice." As she saw him chatting with Habib...Lara's mind flashed back to seeing him attaching a pair of battery clamps on her naked big puffy dark brown nipples as Yellow Cat and then putting a chloroform-soaked cotton pad over her face to knock her out.



"Lancelot Holder was the leader of those men who were searching for Jimmy Jones...looking to kill him...but I have no evidence to prove this...and the police consider Yellow Cat to be a vigilante...There must be a way to find out what Lancelor Holder knows about the crimes taking place in Jamaica...about this mystery man he's working for...called The Black Syrian" thought Lara...sitting with her shapely legs crossed...as she watched Lance speaking closely with Habib. Then...about half an hour after his arrival at the fashion show...Lara saw Lance get to his feet..and slip out a side door of the ball room...normally used by the hotel staff. "Hmmm...That looks suspicious" thought Lara as she got up and slipped out of the ballroom through the main entrance.



As she made her way through the crowded lobby...the lady criminologist received a telepathic message from a stray cat that was prowling around inside the maze of ventilation shafts inside the hotel. Looking through the eyes of this cat...Lara saw images of men engaged some kind of smuggling taking place right on the hotel's premises...unknown to everyone. A telepathic message she received from another cat that was hiding in a service corridor...told Lara that Lance Holder was heading in the direction of the covert smuggling operation that was taking place in the hotel...far away from the gala fashion show that was taking place inside of the Hyatt's ballroom. "I did tell Stanley I would meet him at the safe house to question Jimmy Jones...but that will have to wait...I can apprehend Lancelot Holder at a crime scene...and this will give me leverage to make him speak about his employer...The Black Syrian..." resolved Lara.



After checking her handbag with the clerk at the hotel's front desk..Lara slipped unnoticed into a service entrance in close proximity to the ballroom. Lara made her way down the corridor and after making sure that she was alone..touched the silver bracelet which she always wore on her left wrist. "By the Beauty of Bastet!" declared Lara..standing with her shapely legs slightly apart. There was a flash of light and when the aura faded... several inches had been added to Lara's fabulous chest and legs. Her now voluptuous and muscular brown body was garbed in a flimsy two piece yellow bikini which barely covered her huge breasts and the space between her mighty thighs.A thin leather belt was entwined around her curvy waist and a cat-o-nine whip hung from the right side of the belt.



Her fingernails and toenails had turned golden and become razor-sharp. A yellow feline mask covered her entire head, with cat's ears perking up at the top. Her light brown eyes blazed through a pair of slits in the mask, which exposed the lower part of her nose and all of her full red lips. "Now it is time for Yellow Cat to get in fashion and into action!" resolved the Busty Jamaican Amazon...checking to see that her flimsy yellow bra and thin yellow panty were in place...barely covering the super erogenous areas of her amazing body. She ran down the corridor....her massive brown breasts bobbing and swaying sexily under her flimsy yellow bra...with every stride of her long legs...and every time the balls of her erotic bare feet made contact with the cold tiled floor.



The images which Lara had seen in her mind.... thanks to her power to communicate telepathically with cats...showed her there was criminal activity taking place in a massive storage area...located at the rear of the Hyatt. It was an area where Grieves' models were using to change between shows. The activities there seemed normal enough with boxes of clothing labelled "House of Fabrics" being packed and unpacked. To the untrained eye..this activity would not arouse any suspicion. However packages containing pure grade opium...was being emptied into a series of thin plastic bags by male thugs clad in grey coveralls, caps, gloves and boots. These small packages were then either being cleverly sewn in to some of the garments by some prostitutes that Grieves had hired or packed into rolls of uncut fabric. Supervising this operation were two Algerian traffickers agents named Khamal and Samah.


The drug trafficking operation came to an abrupt halt as the doors to the storage area where suddenly kicked wide open...and Yellow Cat sauntered in confidently before the criminals....her massive brown breasts swaying sexily under her thin yellow bra...as she walked in on the startled drug smugglers "Okay you criminals!..I'm going to take you on the catwalk that leads straight to jail!" quipped the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...as she assumed her heroic pose before her foes. Placing her hands on either side of her small curvy waist...standing with her long muscular legs slightly apart...the soles of her erotic bare feet resting flat on the cold tiled floor...her awesome brown bust thrust confidently towards them. "It is one the locals call Yellow Cat!..Get her!!..No guns!!..No one must be alerted to us!!" yelled Samah..stating the obvious..even though the blaring music from the ballroom provided more than adequate cover. Lara flashed a broad smile as she raised her slender muscular arms and spread her long muscular legs slightly apart in a fighting stance as ten of the coverall-clad thugs abandoned there drug packaging activities to fight her.


To be continued