Yellow Cat in Dating Game 8



Kingston

Jamaica

9 am.




Criminologist, DOCTOR LARA GOODNITE... was having a hard time concentrating during the regular, weekly briefing at the Ministry of National Security that she attned. Dressed in a baggy blue business suit..designed to conceal her large, shapely bust and long muscular legs that could reveal her secret identity as Jamaica's champion superwoman YELLOW CAT...Lara was finding it difficult to keep her light brown eyes open behind her designer spectacles or keep her hands from stroking her massive chest and felt her nipples stiffening ever so slightly underneath her conservative attire. Her toes twitching within the confines of her expensive black leather high heels.



Strangely...Lara subconsciously knew that her unexpected state of sexual arousal and sleepiness was not due to the fact that she was watching Jamaican National Security Minister Robert Clark on his feet as he delivered a briefing on reports of a pirate smuggling ring operating somewhere along the northern coast of Jamaica. Clark had been someone who the beautiful 36-year-old criminologist and sole heiress to the estate of billionaire industrial GORDON GOODNITE had a secret crush on the in her alter-ego of Yellow Cat.



"Oohhh..I'm so tired..I've never felt so sleepy..sexy before....thoughts of man's touch...sex...and sleep...
are so strong...barely able...to concentrate..." thought Lara...her light brown eyes struggling to stay open...as thoughts of the handsome BRUCE STEELE...filtered into her mind...as she tried her best to focus on Clark's presentation. Lara's mind...recalled her meeting with Steele...head of the STEELE AGENCY...an elite global dating firm which her father had hired in an effort to find a husband for his only daughter. To make sure that she did not duck out of her promise to meet with Steele...Gordon sent his consultant...STANLEY WONG to accompany her to the mansion in the Richmond Park district of Kingston where the Agency had set up shop.


Strangely, Lara subconsciously knew that her unexpected state of sexual arousal and sleepiness was not due to the fact that she was watching Jamaican National Security Minister Robert Clark on his feet as he delivered a briefing on reports of a pirate smuggling ring operating somewhere along the northern coast of Jamaica. Clark was one of two men whom the beautiful 36-year-old criminologist and sole heiress to the estate of billionaire industrial Gordon Goodnite had a secret crush on the in her alter-ego of Yellow Cat.



Lara knew all too well how often her father lectured her about her obsession with her work and non-existent social life. She could never tell her dad that she fought crime as Yellow Cat and that thoughts of man's touch and sexual pleasure would make her weak and sleepy, placing her at the mercy of her enemies. Lara could not remember all what transpired during her session with Steele... except that at she had fallen in love with Bruce...and he would be going with her later to tell her father that they were going to get married.



Just at that moment, the voice of National Security Minister Robert Clark, interrupted Lara's thoughts and captured her undivided attention. "Dr Goodnite..it seems to me that we will need some onsite analysis to determine how best to apprehend these pirates..Are you willing to leave for Montego Bay today to liase with our officers up there on this case?" asked Clark in a subtly enticing tone of voice.



"Yes..." replied Lara without giving a second thought to what Clark's request was. "Excellent!..I'll make all the arrangements... a National Security plane will fly you to Montego Bay..I will contact you later in the day with all the details.." said Clark with a smile. As the meeting adjourned and Lara walked towards the car park where she had left her red Porsche sportscar..she pondered what had just transpired. She looked up to see Bruce Steele...dressed in a black lounge jacket...white shirt unbuttoned at the collar...black slacks and black leather shoes waiting beside her parked red Porsche sports car.



"Hello Lara...How was your meeting?" asked Bruce as he took her briefcase with his left hand...while holding his right hand...which had a silver ring on its middle finger in close proximity to her shapely bust...which was heaving slowly up and down beneath her baggy white shirt. "Uuuuuuh...My Super Nipples...feeling...half...hard....keeping me...drowsy...docile....must obey you...Bruce Steele..."whispered Lara...as she looked sleepily at the handsome man standing before her. Subtle vibrations from Steele's special ring...sending a signal...to Lara's big dark brown nipples...keeping them and her...under his control.
"That's right my dear Yellow Cat...We will now go and give your father the good news" replied Bruce.



Goodnite Enterprises Building

Kingston.

Noon.


"What???!!" gasped Gordon Goodnite...his eyes wide open...his jaw dropped...as his daughter Lara and Bruce Steele stood hand in hand before him...in his office. "You heard me Dad...I am in love with Bruce..." said Lara...looking at Steele with a broad smile on her face. Bruce nodded and looked at Gordon. "Yes sir...It was something quite unexpected...even for me...but I can't deny the feelings I have for your daughter..." said Bruce. "Oh come on Dad...We want your blessing...You are the one who said that I should find someone...settle down..." quipped Lara.


"I know that dear...but this..is just...so..." stammered Gordon...lost for words. "I have some business to do up in Montego Bay...this weekend...Bruce will come with me..." replied Lara as she leaned into Steele and kissed him on the lips. The couple walked out of Gordon's office...leaving him flabbergasted...and drawing stares from other workers...as they headed to the elevators. About ten minutes after they had left...and the shock of his daughter's announcement had worn off...Gordon Goodnite took action.

"Wong!..My office..Now!!" yelled Goodnite in a thunderous voice from his office...which caught the attention of all members of staff and left Stanley partially deaf. Adjusting his glasses and picking up a series of stock reports he had been working on..Stanley Wong hurried behind the billionaire industrialist as he walked just as quickly back into his suite.Once the door was closed and Gordon was seated behind his large mahoghany desk..Stanley noticed that his temper cooled slightly.



"What am I going to get myself into?" thought Wong as he saw Gordon Goodnite gather his thoughts and prepare to speak. "Pack your bags Stanley..I am sending you to Montego Bay.. my daughter Lara has gone there...presumably on business...but she has taken Bruce Steele with her...as her date..." explained Gordon. Though his background was shrouded in mystery...Gordon had a good feeling about Stanley when he hired him...and having watched him closely for the months he had been in Jamaica...Gordon was silently convinced that he had feelings for Lara...but more importantly...Lara secretly cared for Stanley. This was why her sudden declaration of love for Bruce Steele made him suspicious."


"I'm not sure I understand either son...but I do know my own daughter...and there's something amiss...Your mission is to find my daughter and find out what's really going on between her and Bruce Steele..." said Gordon. " Yes sir.." replied Stanley as he quickly hustled out of Gordon Goodnite's executive suite with a swirl of thoughts going round and round in his head. He just didn't understand it. Though Lara was beautiful...Stanley wasn't attracted to her as he was to the Jamaican superwoman named Yellow Cat.



"Still..it's strange for Lara to change her mind about men so quickly...Maybe something happened after we went to see Bruce Steele in Richmond Park...Gordon Goodnite's not the only one who thinks something's not right...I have to find out what that was.." thought Stanley as he walked back to his desk..packed his briefcase and left the office for the day.



Detroit Metropolitan Airport

Detroit, Michigan

9 pm



QATARI born billionaire business magnate...SAMUEL HABIB answered his secure satellite phone as his private Lear jet rolled into the hangar that was reserved for it on the airfield. "Sir...This is PAUL...PAUL COLLINS..." said the male voice on the other end of the line. "Yes Mr Collins...Report" replied Habib...who unknown to the world was secretly the international criminal kingpin known as...the BLACK SYRIAN. "We have a problem sir...Bruce Steele has reneged on your arrangement sir...He has partnered with Iris Mecca and her son Lancelot Holder...to use Lara Goodnite to get control of the Goodnite billions...for themselves...and use it against you" replied Collins...who was secretly a top agent and assassin for the Black Syrian.



"Your new orders are clear Mr Collins...You are to go to Jamaica...Assassinate Mrs Mecca...her son and all others in your way...including Bruce Steele and his people...and that masked wench Yellow Cat should she interfere...if I cannot possess Lara Goodnite...then no one else shall...Failure is not an option Mr Collins" said Habib. "Understood sir" replied Collins and ended the call. Alighting from his place...Habib went straight into a limo...where a beauteous white woman...with grey eyes...and a silver Mohawk atop her head...dressed in a silver jumpsuit and boots...sat waiting for him. "Welcome sir...We have some potential candidates for your clientele" replied the woman. "Excellent STATIC...You've done well...We begin tonight"

replied Habib...as the limo drove out of the hangar and towards the unsuspecting city of Detroit.



24 hours later

Montego Bay, Jamaica.

4 pm.

The National Security Lear jet made a smooth landing at Sangster International Airport and taxied towards its nearby hangar. Waiting outside the hangar were two unmarked cars and three Jamaican police officers..two men and one woman. They watched as the plane taxied to a stop just outside the hangar and its engines powered down. The gangway was lowered and criminologist Dr Lara Goodnite slowly alighted on to the tarmac....with Bruce Steele following close behind.Lara wore a black jacket..loose red shirt and black slacks..all designed to conceal her large shapely bust and long, muscular legs. Her shoulder length, jet black hair was worn loose and cascaded on to her shoulders. The heels of her open toe shoes echoed off the concrete surface of the tarmac as she approached the officers. Bruce wore a blue blazer...white shirt...blue slacks and blact leather shoes
A stocky and balding policeman stepped forward to greet her. "Dr Goodnite..Name is Supt Steven Thomas.. police district commander for Montego Bay and northern environs..these are my deputies.. Asst Supt Eve Depeiza and Sgt Aral Saunders..." he said with an outstretched right hand to Lara and a slight twist of his head to the short, fat woman and bald young man standing on either side of him.


" I don't have time for ceremony Supt Thomas...This is my fiancée...Bruce Steele...I am certain that Minister Clark has told you why I was coming and that you and your officers were to provide me with all the information I need to advise the Minister about this alleged pirate operation up here.." stated Lara in her trademark blunt style of getting directly to the point. Her forthrightness took the elderly police superintendent by surprise and Lara could see that he had been thrown mentally off-balance by her stinging observation.


"Of course Dr Goodnite...All the information you need is in this file..We can hold a briefing in the morning if you want..Asst Supt DePeiza will take you and your fiancée to your hotel..." replied Thomas in a low and humble voice. "All right..I will read the file and we will meet tomorrow morning at nine.." replied Lara as she adjusted her carry-on bag on her left shoulder and followed DePeiza to her car. "That woman is a real icecube boss man..the people in Kingston tell us so.." remarked the cocky Saunders to Thomas. "Don't worry...the people in Kingston payin us well..the Goodnite bitch go loosen up before long.." vowed Thomas with an evil gleam in his eyes.



None of the police officers noticed Bruce was holding his right hand aloft intermittently...close to Lara's bust. Waves from the special silver ring on his right index finger keeping the beauteous criminologist and heiress...who was secretly the Jamaican superwoman Yellow Cat...in a trance...by keeping her big dark brown Super Nipples hard under her shirt. "You must stick to your schedule as Lara Goodnite and investigate as Yellow Cat...so as not to draw any suspicion...Do you understand?" asked Bruce. "Yes..."

replied Lara...her light brown eyes fluttering briefly behind her designer glasses...before they got into the police car and were driven away.



One hour later, Bruce Steele's assistant Joann and his security chief Bruno...alighted from an Air Jamaica plane at Sangster International Airport. They gathered their bags and walked out of customs to be met by a young Rastafarian man who identified himself as Yohansey. "Jah...Ah bring greetin from Iris Mecca..she say you come make the Yellow Cat sleep..we help.." he said in a low tone as he placed their bags in the back of his 1977 Mercedes Benz. Joann and Bruno nodded as they got into the taxi and drove away. However as they drove away...Joann and Bruno were spotted by Stanley Wong..who unknown to them was on the same flight. "Something about that meeting does'nt look right..this only makes this bad feeling I got about Steele even worse....I have to find out what they're up to.." resolved Stanley as he flagged down a cab.



Rose Hall Lodge,

Montego Bay. 7 pm.



A sigh of pleasure escaped from Lara Goodnite's lips as she stepped out of the shower and toweled off her curvaceous and muscular body which she concealed under her conservative attire. Putting on a pink bathrobe which barely contained her large breasts and which stopped on the upper part of her huge thighs...Lara dried off her damp, shoulder length black hair and seated herself in a nearby chair to read the file which Supt Thomas had given her. "Hmm..They are very vague on details..." thought Lara, crossing her shapely legs as she read the file.There were unconfirmed reports of human and drug smuggling activities taking place at several places along the northern coast of Jamaica from the towns Falmouth to Salem but no arrests had been made. The more she read..the more Lara became convinced that some kind of cover-up was happening. However the beautiful criminologist knew that she could not go to Robert Clark with suspicions and that she needed hard evidence to convince him of police involvement in the pirate activities.


At that moment, Lara heard a noise on her suite's window sill and turned her head to see a cat sitting there. The cat purred at her and Lara stared into the animal's eyes..using her feline powers to read its thoughts. "Thanks for the information my friend..time to become Yellow Cat now.." said Lara as she stood up and touched the silver bracelet on her left wrist. "By the Beauty of Bastet!" declared the billionaire heiress and she was instantly bathed in an aura of light.


When the aura faded.. several inches had been added to Lara's fabulous chest and legs. Her curvaceous, light brown skinned 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.


Lara Goodnite had completed her transformation into the super-powered and sexy Jamaican superwoman known as Yellow Cat and she was ready for action. After checking to ensure that her flimsy yellow bra and panty were in place..although neither ever did fully cover her big breasts or vagina respectively.. Lara strolled towards the open window of her second storey suite and leapt towards the ground..landing with uncanny agility on the balls of her erotic bare feet.

Spotting a parked motorcycle..the Jamaican Amazon smiled as she walked towards it. Using the razor sharp nail of her right index finger..Yellow Cat hotwired the motorcycle. Stretching her right leg over the side..Lara mounted the motorcycle and sped off towards her destination. However focused on breaking the pirate smuggling ring which Robert Clark had spoken about..Lara did not notice Bruce Steele and Joann in a rental car parked on the side of the road near the hotel as she sped past.

"So..it looks like Yellow Cat is going hunting..Follow her..she will never suspect that we are trying to capture her..." Steele ordered Joann who was in the driver's seat. Joann turned the rental car around and followed Yellow Cat at a safe distance. The cool night air rippled past Lara's impressive physique as Yellow Cat as she rode her stolen motorcycle east along Queen's Highway which skirted the entire length of Jamaica's northern coast. Every muscle on the curvaceous body of the gorgeous Jamaican Amazon..from her head to her erotic bare feet..was fully accentuated as she headed towards yet another rendezvous with the criminal element. "It feels so good to be so free...I can't ever see myself settling down like how Dad wants me to.." thought Lara.

However that thought causes brief flashes of Bruce Steele to filter into her mind. "Why am I thinking...about Bruce Steele?...have to concentrate...thoughts of man's touch will make me weak and sleepy.." the Busty Jamaican Amazon admonished herself...blinking her light brown eyes in the slits of her yellow cowl.. After 45 minutes of travelling...Lara turned off the main highway near a small fishing hamlet called Mangrove Point.

Bringing her stolen motorcycle to a halt amongst a cluster of coconut trees just outside of the small fishing village..dominated by a plethora of wooden and galvanise shacks on either side of a mangrove inlet which opened out into the Atlantic Ocean...Yellow Cat alighted from the motorcycle and stealthily made her way towards the warehouse which was located on the eastern side of the village. Lara's big brown breasts bobbed and swayed sensuously in the narrow confines of her thin yellow bra with every stride of her long muscular legs... and every time the balls of her erotic bare feet made contact with the cool sand beneath them.



She spotted a small freighter was docked alongside the jetty. Lara's feline powers allowed her to see guards on the jetty and along the perimeter of the warehouse..armed with an assortment of automatic weapons. There was activity on the jetty with several men loading a series of crates into the hold of the vessel."Robert's information about the pirates was correct..They outnumber me..but I'm sure they have nothing that can stop me..I'll take them by surprise and defeat them in a short time...Then...I'll figure out...Why I am thinking...about Bruce Steele..." resolved Yellow Cat.



However preoccupied with her thoughts...the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica was unaware that Bruce and Joann had caught up with her .Before the Busty Jamaican Amazon could spring into action..Bruce Steele jumped her from behind...covering her nose and mouth with a pad soaked in chloroform. Holding the pad firmly over her nose and mouth with his left hand...he raised his right hand between her big brown breasts...and allowing the waves emitted from the silver ring on his right index finger to

go to work on her fabulous dark brown nipples...which quickly became aroused under her thin tight yellow bra...o prevent her from freeing herself from the effects of the powerful sleep drug


"Hello Lara..Have you forgotten our agreement.."whispered Steele into Yellow Cat's right ear as her slender muscular arms and long muscular legs flailed wildly in the air as she struggled to get free. The combined actions of the ring and the chloroform caused the subliminal conditioning which Steele had expertly performed on the Jamaican superwoman to kick in. "Uuuuuuuuuuuunh...What is going on....

My Super Nipples...becoming so hard...I..I'm getting so sleepy..thoughts of sex..man's touch..filling my head.. so fast...I..I..feel..so weak.. can't resist...getting...stupid..." thought Lara as her arms fell limp at her sides while her shapely legs turned to water beneath her curvy waist.


To be continued