Yellow Cat and the Black Syrian 2



Port Royal

Jamaica

9 pm


Gordon Goodnite...80 year old billionaire businessman...fumed as he checked his gold Rolex wristwatch for the tenth time for the evening...as he stood in the courtyard of his hillside mansion...looking out at the bay and the glittering lights of the nearby capital city of Kingston. "Damn it Lara!...You've done it to me yet again!" grumbled Gordon...angry that his 43 year old daughter...the sole heiress to his estate...was not at the lavish dinner party he was hosting. Many of the top officials of his company as well as....influential persons in the sphere of business and politics in Jamaica were at his mansion...to discuss his latest business venture which could benefit the Caribbean island as a whole and not just Goodnite Enterprises.



Removing himself from his guests for a moment...Gordon contemplated what Lara's latest refusal to comply with his wishes was about. While he admired his daughter's fiercely independent will...her unparalleled stubbornness was a problem...as she always refused to do what he wanted her to do...and arguing with her was a lost cause. "Mr Goodnite..." said a man's voice interrupting his thoughts. "Who?!" snarled Gordon as he turned around...to see a Chinese man in a black blazer...white cotton shirt...black slacks and black leather shoes standing behind him. "I'm Stanely Wong...I believe you got my resume a couple days ago..." said the Chinese man...who Gordon estimated to be at least a year younger than his beloved daughter.



Gordon looked into Stanley's brown eyes...shielded by large rimmed glasses...and saw flashes of someone with quicksilver intelligence. "Wong...Yes...I'm sorry...I just wasn't expecting you this soon..." said Gordon as he shook hands with the younger man. "I got any earlier flight in...I'm still in the process of finding an apartment...but I thought I'd report in for duty...Your letter to me said you wanted a preliminary report on the Habib Corporation...I took the liberty of doing up some numbers..." said Stanley as he handed a brown leather dossier to Gordon...who immediately took it and started to study its contents.



He smiled...impressed by the thoroughness of his new consultant...who came highly recommended from the United Nations...in researching the holdings of the Habib Corporation...that was owned and operated by one SAMUEL HABIB...considered one of the richest men in Qatar and possibly the Gulf region. "This is good work Wong...Habib is due to arrive in Jamaica by the weekend...I've invited him to be my special guest at the Kingston Derby...I don't need to impress upon you the importance of this deal..." said Gordon as they walked down towards the deserted pool area.



"Yes sir...Men like Habib are men of honour and tradition...They pride themselves on loyalty and a duty to family..." replied Stanley. Gordon raised his eyebrows...again impressed by the astuteness of this young man...who came recommended as a top financial consultant by the UN. An idea formed in Gordon's mind as he remembered about Lara's absence from the party. He could not afford for her to be absent from the Derby...seeing she could certainly impress Habib to do business in Jamaica. "I'm glad you said that Wong...that brings me to your next assignment...my daughter...Lara..." said Gordon as she showed Stanley a photo of his daughter.



Stanley lowered his glasses a bit..as he studied the beautiful face of Lara Goodnite...framed by shiny shoulder length black hair. "She's beautiful sir" said Stanley. "Yes...but fiercely stubborn and uncooperative when it comes to my affairs...Don't get me wrong Wong...I love my little girl dearly...but she can be too strong willed for her own good...and mine...go ahead and get settled in...but I'll need you to make sure she comes to the racetrack this weekend...Here's her address" said Gordon as he handed one of Lara's business cards as a criminologist to his new aide...hoping he would succeed where others had failed.



Days later

Hope Gardens

Kingston, Jamaica

6 am



Lara Goodnite revelled in the pleasure of feeling the cool water against her naked body as she swam laps in the pool of her private townhouse. Her shapely arms and legs moving in tandem...as she did her morning exercise...swimming from one end of the pool to the other. When she felt she had enough exercise...Lara emerged from the pool...with water gleaming on every inch of her shapely brown body... her cocoa brown nipples perky atop her large breasts...her shoulder length black hair damp and draped against her head and the back of her neck...her neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair...draped between her large thighs...her ivory coloured fingernails and toenails also gleaming from the pool water.



Wearing only her special silver bracelet on her left wrist...Lara sauntered naked out of the pool...over towards her laptop which was resting on a nearby table...close to the entrance to her living room. Sitting with her right leg crossed over her left leg...Lara tapped the keyboard with her slender fingers...as she accessed the files on crime activities in Kingston...which she had requested from National Security Minister Robert Clark...cross referencing them with information she was able to source...in the guise of her sexy and super powered alter ego of Yellow Cat. "The crimes appear to be random...but there's something about them...which suggests an organised mind at work..." thought Lara.



"Daddy's left a tonne of messages on my phone...wanting me to come to the racetrack today...to meet some rich Arab from Qatar...That is so boring...I have better things to do than...." thought Lara. Suddenly...her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the front doorbell ring. "What?!...Who the hell could be here now?!!...Daddy probably sent one of his 'yes men' to come and bring me to the racetrack....We'll see about that..." thought Lara angrily as she stood up and grabbed a white bathrobe as she stormed towards the front door of her townhouse. Standing outside of the townhouse...a company car parked behind him...Stanley Wong waited.



Dressed in an ordinary grey suit...white shirt... red tie...and black leather shoes...Stanley Wong found himself being nervous. "Keep it cool Stanley...It's just the boss' daughter...How hard can this job be? he thought to himself. The answer to Stanley Wong's question came as the front door swung wide open...and he found himself standing face to face with the beauteous Lara Goodnite. "Yes?!...Who are you?!!" asked Lara bluntly as she stood with her hands on her hips...her bare feet flat on the tiled floor of her townhouse... pushing her shapely bust towards her uninvited and unexpected guest.



"I...Uh...Uh...Uh.." stammered Stanley as he found himself inadvertently staring at the shapely brown mounds of Lara's wide chest and the patch of black pubic hair between her large thighs...that were exposed to him...because Lara...in her haste...forgot to tie her robe. "How dare you look at my breasts and my cunt!" declared Lara as she slapped Stanley on his left cheek with her right hand. She was more surprised than angry that her father's new employee was so bold to be watching her exposed breasts and genitals



"Oww!" groaned Stanley surprised by the intensity of her slap...but he was not staggered. "Sorry Miss Goodnite...I couldn't help but notice...how beautiful you are...Your photos in the newspaper don't do you justice" replied Stanley as he rubbed his jaw. His words sank into Lara's brain as he temper cooled...and she had to admit to herself that had she taken the time to tie her robe Stanley would not have watched her body. With no visitors...especially male ones ever coming to her townhouse...Lara Goodnite often took the liberty of walking around the house...totally naked or half naked.



Having gotten an eyeful of how beautiful Lara Goodnite was...and remembered how he wondered why she didn't have a husband or man in her life.... Stanley concluded that her blunt attitude was the answer to his own question. Lara was about to hit him again...when she realised that she did not tie her robe...offering Stanley an unexpected glimpse at her naked body. She also got a chance to get a better look at him. "Looks like another nerd that Daddy hired...but he's not Jamaican...and not that bad looking...Oooh...I feel a little dizzy in my nipples...Having him see me like...No...I am not attracted to him..." thought Lara feeling a brief warmth in her chest and between her thighs.



"I'll give you that one four eyes!...Who are you?!...What are you doing here?!" demanded Lara...quickly regaining her composure and resuming her original pose....still leaving her robe loose...so Stanley could admire her breasts and genitals. "I'm...Uh...I'm...Uh...What I mean is...

...I'm Stanley Wong...I was hired as a new consultant to your father a few days ago..." said Stanley. "That's supposed to impress me Stanley Wong?...I've never heard about you...and my father's employees are of no interest to me...He can hire a hundred more like you...You're boring me" quipped Lara...waving her right hand in a dismissive manner. However Stanley was not about to back down from her challenge. "He sent me here to escort you to the racetrack today...That's my job" replied Stanley.



Lara was about to give Stanley another insult...when she held her tongue. "Maybe I can have some fun with this dweeb...at Daddy's expense...He's seen me part nude...and I can tell he liked what he saw...if he thinks I'll show him more of my body...he'll do whatever I want...and let me do whatever I want to him" she thought. "All right Stanley Wong!...I'll go with you to the racetrack...not because I like you...but because my father will fire you if you fail...but we go the way I want....Understand?!" asked Lara rhetorically. "Certainly Lara..." began Stanley. "That's Miss Goodnite to you!...Now wait here like a good boy until I come out!" quipped Lara as she slammed the door in Stanley's face. "This is going to be a long day" sighed Stanley.



Barracks Race Track

East Kingston

Noon



Seated in the left side passenger seat of Lara Goodnite's sleek red Porsche....Stanley Wong held on for dear life...as Lara...her shoulder length black hair worn loose...wearing small pearl earrings...a thin pearl necklace around her neck...a sleeveless pale orange dress...and open toe black high heel shoes...weaved the sports car into and out of traffic as they sped towards their destination. "You're looking uncomfortable Stanley Wong!...Never had a woman drive you before?!" teased Lara...with a mischievous smile on her full red lips. "I'm all for equal rights Miss Goodnite...Can we just arrive in one piece?! replied Stanley. "Men..." grumbled Lara as she drove through the gates of the racetrack...and turned sharply into a reserved parking spot.



Extending her shapely legs...Lara got out of the car...and picked up her purse...while Stanley...got out...staggering slightly from the high speed they were travelling at. As they were about to head towards the club house...where her father Gordon Goodnite had a VIP box...a teenage Negro boy wearing dirty clothes...approached them. "Hey nice car bro....How about a wax n wash?...Hey baby..." asked the boy...whose name was Jimmy Jones...as he admired both the car and Lara...thinking she was Stanley's date. Lara...already in a foul mood because of Stanley seeing her semi-nude...was not about to let that remark go without reply.




"The car's mine little boy!...Don't touch it and don't insult me!...You can't afford either one!...Now go before I call the manager and get you fired!" snapped Lara. Shocked by her blunt words...Jimmy Jones beat a hasty retreat...thinking that Lara would carry out her threat. The sight of Lara mistreating the young boy...caused something inside of Stanley to click. "That's uncalled for Lara!" said Stanley as he stood in front of her. Lara gasped...surprised that Stanley would dare speak to her like that. "You're not the boss of me Stanley Wong!...I'll speak my mind whenever I want...and to whoever I want!...and don't call me by my first name!" snapped Lara as she leaned towards him...offering a glimpse of her shapely bust.



"No problem Miss Goodnite!...But that doesn't give you the right to belittle other people...just because you're a spoilt rich girl....who's used to getting her own way!" countered Stanley. As she formulated her response...Lara could not help but be silently impressed by the way he was standing up to her. "Stanley Wong thinks he's better than me?!...How dare he presume to...." thought Lara as she prepared to deliver one of her stinging criticisms. However before she could answer...Lara caught a glimpse of a cat on the rooftop of the nearby stables...and her feline connection kicked in. She knew she had to get rid of Stanley.



"I've had enough of this!...Tell my father whatever you want!...I hope he fires you!" yelled Lara as she stormed off through the crowd of spectators entering the club house to witness the day's race card. Stanley was about to go after Lara when he abandoned that thought. "Bah!...She's probably going off to sulk in a corner somewhere...Let her go...I'm not being paid for this!" thought Stanley as he joined the persons entering the clubhouse and headed for the VIP boxes where the elite gathered to watch the horseraces. He gave little thought to where Lara Goodnite was going or what she was going to do. Little did he know that this was exactly what she wanted him to think.



Walking as quickly as her high heels could take her...Lara Goodnite...slipped behind the stables...hiding herself behind some bales of hay. After checking to ensure that she was alone...Lara stood with her shapely legs slightly apart and touching the silver bracelet on her left wrist intoned..."By the Beauty of Bastet!" The utterance of those simple words...caused Lara Goodnite to be bathed in an aura of golden light...as she initiated an amazing transformation process...feeling incredible strength and sexuality flowing through her...as her shapely body reformed itself.



When the light faded....Lara's dress...under garments and shoes were gone. Several inches had been added to her already shapely chest...making her breasts huge...round and firm. Her long legs...were also considerably enhanced as well. She now sported a voluptuous and muscular brown body...barely garbed by a flimsy yellow bra...which barely covered her mountainous mounds...and a thin yellow panty that barely covered the space between her mighty thighs. A thin leather belt was entwined around her curvy waist...with a cat-o-nine whip attached on its left side. The fingernails of her strong hands...and the toenails of her erotic bare feet...had turned golden and become razor sharp.



A yellow feline mask covered the top of her head...with cat's ear's perking up at the top. Her brown eyes blazed with courage and determination through a pair of slits in the mask...which exposed the lower part of her nose...and all of her full red lips....while a plume of her glossy thick black hair...flowed out of the back of her mask...reaching the middle of her exposed back. "I'll deal with that rude Stanley Wong later...Right now...It feels good to get out of those clothes and back into action as YELLOW CAT!" declared Lara. After checking to see that her flimsy attire was in place...the busty Jamaican Amazon sprinted off towards the location that her feline friend had told her telepathically about.



At a stall at the far end of the stables...far removed from the public eye...a group of five thugs...their faces covered by ski masks...and wearing dark clothing...were preparing to steal their prize...Gordon Goodnite's prized stallion...CRYSTAL STREAM...that was scheduled to compete in the feature event of the day...the Annual Kingston Derby. They had already drugged and bound the stallion's jockey and trainer. "Come on!...We gotta get this horse outta here before the race starts!" ordered one of the thugs as the other four thugs tried to lead the free spirited stallion out of its stall and towards their truck that was parked near to a service entrance.



They were startled by the sudden appearance of Yellow Cat on to the scene...mesmerised by the rhythmic swaying of her huge brown breasts that were barely covered by her thin yellow bra. The Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica was enraged at what these common criminals were attempting to do...and she could not help but feel a kinship to the noble white stallion. "You crooks are not taking that horse anywhere!" declared Lara as she flexed her large thighs and launched herself towards her enemies. "Ugggh!" one thug grunted as he tasted the ball of her erotic left foot as it connected with his jaw. Twisting her voluptuous and muscular brown body in mid air...Yellow Cat planted the ball of her erotic right foot into the groin of another thug.



"Oooogh!!!" he wheezed...collapsing to the hay covered ground. "It's Yellow Cat...I'll..." yelled the third thug as he reached for his pistol. However Lara was faster...drawing and lashing out with her cat-o-nine tails."Aaarrh!!!" yelled the thug in pain as the whip stung him in his left hand forcing him to drop his gun. Holstering her whip...the busty Jamaican Amazon...felled him with a left hand karate chop to the throat. Then nimbly leaping over the back of the noble stallion...the sexy Superwoman of Jamaica... dropped the fourth thug with a right fist to the middle of his face. "You've lost again criminals!...Now I want some answers!...You're going to tell me who...." began Yellow Cat as she approached the last thug...believing the battle to be won.



However the beauteous Jamaican superwoman's overconfidence caused her to lower her guard at a most inopportune time...as she made another grave miscalculation. Spooked by the attempts to spirit him away...and the resulting battle by humans seeking to have control over him...Crystal Stream neighed and reared up its hind legs. "Whoa boy...I am your...." began Lara...raising her muscular arms as she tried to calm her father's stallion. However the horse...unaware of what the Jamaican heroine was trying to do...repaid her efforts in the cruellest of ways possible.



Neighing in panic...Crystal Stream raised up his hind legs and with an almighty thrust...planted his hooves directly into the ample brown chest of the brave...masked and bikini clad woman...who was trying to save him. "Friend....AAAAAAAAAARGH" declared Yellow Cat...throwing her head back...as she felt her huge firm brown breasts flattened by the force of the stallion's steel horseshoe covered hooves. The blow was powerful enough to knock the busty Jamaican Amazon off her erotic bare feet and send her flying into Crystal Stream's stall as the stallion bolted. "You two get the horse!...You two...Deal with that super bitch!" ordered the thug leader.



Two of the thugs rushed inside the stall as Yellow Cat landed hard on the hay covered ground...with her muscular arms and legs flailing in the air. "Ooooooofff!" groaned the big breasted Jamaican crime fighter...disoriented by the unexpected "reward" she got from the noble white stallion. Knowing what to do...and determined not to let their buxom opponent get the better of them a second time...the two thugs pounced on her. Yellow Cat was trying to clear the cobwebs from her brain...when she saw the gloved hand of one thug reach towards her massive brown bust...and yank off her flimsy yellow bra...prompting an immediate comment.



"That's right creeps!...I have the best breasts in Jamaica!...I get very angry when anyone takes off my bra!...Now I'm going to..." snarled Yellow Cat in anger. However the second thug followed up with his partner's action...quickly rubbing a thick white rag over the mountainous mounds of her expansive brown chest. "UNNNNH....HA....UNNNNNNH...HOW IS RUBBING THAT RAG...OVER MY CHEST GOING TO STOP ME...UNNNNH...YOU'RE FOOLISH...UNNNH...

UNNNNNH...UNNNNNNNNNNH.....UNNNNNNNNNNNNNH...UNNNH...UNNNNH" groaned Lara as the thug vigorously worked his rag over her chest...rapidly massaged her naked brown bust...which was throbbing in severe pain from the powerful kick she received moments earlier from her father's horse.



Meanwhile in his VIP Box...Billionaire industrialist Gordon Goodnite checked the gold wristwatch on his left wrist. He was expecting the arrival of his special guest...Qatari billionaire Samuel Habib soon...and his daughter Lara was nowhere to be seen amongst his other guests who were already in the box...for the purpose of watching the race and meeting Habib...who had expressed an interest in doing business in Jamaica. The time for the running of the feature race of the day...the Kingston Derby was getting closer and Gordon was not about to tolerate his daughter's stubbornness today.. Gordon sighed inwardly.. No matter what he did..he just could not seem to convince his only child to settle down with a good man and start a family


As he contemplated these thoughts...Gordon saw Stanley Wong enter the VIP Box...but his daughter was not with him...and he motioned for Stanley to approach him. "Wong...Where's my daughter?...I specifically instructed you to escort her here..." began Gordon Goodnite in low and annoyed voice. Using his quick wits...Stanley defused the billionaire business magnate before his temper got the better of him. "She's here sir...I came with her...We had a little difference of opinion...and she said she wanted to freshen up a bit...make a good impression for Mr Habib...I see he hasn't arrived yet..." said Stanley. "You're good Wong...Your reputation as a trouble shooter was not exaggerated" replied Gordon.



"I suggest you use the extra time before Habib arrives to find my daughter and escort her here to meet my guest" he added. "Yes sit" replied Stanley and walked out of the VIP Box. "Have to give the boy credit...Not many men would take up the kind of challenge that my dearest Lara presents..." thought Gordon Goodnite as he accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and went to mingle with his guests inside of the VIP Box. Meanwhile...Stanley made his way through the thick crowds of people entering and leaving the clubhouse...searching for Lara Goodnite. Sitting on a bench near the ladies room...Stanley watched as well dressed female socialites..walk in and out...but no sign of Lara. "I wonder where she could be?" wondered Stanley as he waited.



However the answer to Stanley Wong's question was to be found inside of the stall of Crystal Stream...the prized white stallion owned by Gordon Goodnite...that was billed to run in the Kingston Derby. Inside the stall...Lara Goodnite...in the form of her sexy and super-powered alter ego of Yellow Cat...was writhing helplessly...her muscular arms pinned to the floor by a masked thug...her long muscular legs kicking wildly in the air...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with golden and razor sharp toenails...curled with tension...while two other masked thugs...vigorously rubbed each of the mountainous brown mounds of her broad naked chest with thick white rags.



Changing into Yellow Cat...Lara had ditched her father's new aide Stanley Wong...to deal with a crime taking place at the race track. However things had once again gone terribly wrong for the beauteous Jamaican Amazon...who found herself in yet another predicament...which for reasons she could not explain...she was in no hurry to get out of. "UNHH...YOU CROOKS MUST READ ABOUT ME IN THE TABLOIDS...UNNNNNNH...THEY TALK A LOT ABOUT MY BREASTS...UNNNNNNH...YOU'LL BE SORRY WHEN I GET FREE...UNNNNNH...UNNNNNNNNNNNH" quipped Yellow Cat as she continued to writhe furiously on the hay covered floor of the stall...as one masked thug used his knees to pin her muscular arms to the floor...while the other two masked thugs...each vigorously massaged each of her naked huge brown breasts with their thick white rags.



"The bitch is strong!...I'm having a hard time pinning her down!" said the thug sitting on the muscular arms of the busty Jamaican Amazon. "UNNNNH...YOUR PLAN ISN'T WORKING CREEPS...RUBBING A PAIR OF WET RAGS OVER MY NAKED BREASTS...ENJOY YOURSELVES NOW...IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I GET FREE...THEN I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS...UNNNNH...UNNNNH" quipped Lara as glaring angrily at her masked opponents as she continued to struggle against them...wiggling on the floor...her muscular legs flailing in the air...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with golden and razor sharp toenails...curled in tension as she tried to use her feline strength to get free and turn the tables on them. However the thugs wielding the thick white rags were persistent.



With their comrade pinning the muscular arms of the beauteous Jamaican superwoman to the floor...they alternated...with one of them.. massaging her naked broad brown bust...with his rag...while the other thug...poured fresh doses of chloroform from the dark brown bottles each of them carried...into his rag....and then reapplied...rubbing it vigorously over every inch of the mountainous terrain of Lara Goodnite's greatly enhanced...naked chest. "UNNNH...YOU FOOLS ARE BORING ME NOW...UNNNH...IF YOU THINK...THIS IS GOING TO STOP ME...RUBBING THESE WET RAGS ALL OVER MY BREASTS..I'M A VERY BUSY SUPER HEROINE...I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS..." quipped Yellow Cat as she continued to struggle on the hay covered floor of the stall.



Flexing the muscles of her curvaceous brown body...the busty Jamaican Amazon prepared to break free...as the two thugs with the thick white rags...kept on vigorously rubbing them over each of her exposed...firm...huge brown mounds...rotating them in a clockwise...then an anticlockwise direction. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS...I'M BREAKING FREE NOW...THEN I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU...AND TURN YOU OVER TO THE POLICE..." declared Yellow Cat as she felt her feline strength surging through every muscle and every sinew of her curvaceous brown body.



However just as she was about to execute what was a routine move for her to free herself...the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica got a surprise. "YOU FOOLISH MEN...NOW...I....I....I...." said Yellow Cat...unable to complete her sentence...as she only just began to realise that something was not right. "You'll do what bitch?" sneered the thug leader as he and the other thug who had the thick damp white rags...kept rubbing all over each of the busty Jamaican Amazon's mountainous brown mounds...which were now starting to gleam with the liquid that was soaked into the fibres of the rags. "I...I...I am...beginning to feel funny...in my big nipples...What you have on these rags?...I let you rub it all over my chest...It's not...It's not...water...What...What is it...???" said Lara...her brown eyes widening in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...as she got the feeling she was in big trouble now.



To be continued