Yellow Cat and the Black Syrian

Ministry of National Security

Kingston, Jamaica

4 pm

Renowned criminologist DOCTOR LARE GOODNITE had been summoned to a meeting at the offices of the Ministry of National Security. A 43 year old attractive brunette ...she wore a baggy white business suit and low heeled black leather shoes..her large handbag slung over her right shoulder as she entered the office for her meeting with Jamaica's National Security Minister...a handsome man with thining brown hair..also in his 40's named Robert Clark.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice Doctor Goodnite.." said Clark as the lady criminologist took a seat before him..crossing her legs as she did. "Your phone call sounded urgent Mr Clark...How can I be of assistance to you?" asked Lara..as she looked at Clark from behind her black Perry Ellis designer spectacles. Her father being Gordon Goodnite..one of the most influential businessmen in Jamaica....made Clark wonder why she chose the profession of criminologist...rather than living off her millions... or finding a husband...settling down...to have a family.

Then he recalled Lara's reputation for being direct in what she said...sometimes to the point of being blunt. It made Clark wonder if this is the reason why Lara did not have a man in her life. Maybe it also had to do with her conservative attire as well. Maybe did not help her to get many dates. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind...Clark focused on the matter at hand. "Jamaica is facing a very serious situation Doctor Goodnite...We've received intelligence of a major criminal entering our country in recent days...and this has sparked a recent series of crimes in the city...We suspect they're drug related..." he said.

"It seems to me these crimes are very well orchestrated...Quite possibly the work of a single criminal mind... I'll do what I can to help Mr Clark..."replied Lara with a brief smile across her face...which Clark thought could be beautiful...if only she'd get rid of the glasses. "Could you arrange for all the latest information which the police have on these crimes to be forwarded to my office in the morning?" asked Lara as she got to her feet. "Of course Doctor Goodnite..."replied Clark as he shook hands briefly with the lady criminologist and watched her walk out of his office.

"Wonder why Lara Goodnite doesn't have much of a social life?..Her dad's wealthy...You'd think any eligible bachelor in Jamaica would want to date her. Little did Robert Clark..or anyone else for that matter..

know..there was a special reason why Doctor Lara Goodnite..created such an impression to those who she interacted with in her public life.

Kingston, Jamaica.
9 pm

A shapely silhouette swung over the rooftops of the city...undetected by pedestrians and motorists on the streets below. The silhouette was that of a beautiful woman who possessed an amazing brown body that was powerfully muscular..but at the same time sexily feminine. She boasted a fabulous chest with a pair of huge firm breasts..that threatened to spill out of a thin yellow bra which strained to cover her chest. The

flimsy garb did little to conceal a pair of wide chocolate brown areolas with a pair of thick chocolate brown nipples...that capped the peaks of her mighty mounds.

A flimsy yellow panty barely covered the space between her large soft muscular thighs. A thin leather belt was wrapped around her small curvy waist and a cat-o-nine whip hung from the right side of the belt. Her fingernails and toenails were golden and razor sharp. A yellow feline mask covered most of her head..save the lower part of her nose and all of her full red lips. Cat's ears perked up on top of the mask..while a thick clump of shiny black hair flowed from under the rear of the mask..hugging the back of her neck..and on to her broad shoulders. A silver bracelet adorned her left wrist.

This was the beauteous lady vigilante known throughout Jamaica as...YELLOW CAT. What people didn't know was that behind the mask of the buxom Jamaican Amazon was...criminologist and heiress...Lara Goodnite. Lara sighed with pleasure as she felt the cool night air brush against her virtually naked body...watching past the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet at the unsuspecting public below her. "I couldn't wait to get out of that meeting with Robert Clark...and out of my stuffy suit...and into my crime fighting flimsies as Yellow Cat...Little does anyone suspect my true identity and what Lara Goodnite does in her social life" thought the busty Jamaican superwoman with a smile on her face.

Pushing that thought to the back of her mind..the sexy Superwoman of Jamaica focused on the matter at hand which caused her to tell her father...billionaire Gordon Goodnite that she would be late for a dinner party he was hosting at his mansion. "Daddy is always throwing these parties...Hoping that I'll fall for some of the young men he invites...maybe get married...give him some grand children...I don't have any time for that...not when I've got these super powers...and can beat up any man..." thought Lara with pride as she swung with uncanny feline agility over the streets of Jamaica's capital city...the muscles of her curvaceous brown body fully accentuated as she did do.

"Robert Clark is cute...but he's not man enough for me...I..." thought Yellow Cat. Suddenly...her mental link with the stray cats that prowled the streets of Kingston...alerted her that her criminal quarry was close at hand. "Looks like it's party time!" quipped Lara with a smile...flexing the muscles of her curvaceous brown body as she swung in the direction that would lead her to her criminal quarry. The trail led the beauteous Jamaican Amazon to the city's waterfront...and a warehouse where a drug deal was in progress. Releasing her grip on her cat-o-nine whip...which she used for swinging...and reattaching it to the belt that entwined her small curvy waist... Yellow Cat alighted into the midst of the drug traffickers...announcing her presence and stating her intent clearly...to the drug traffickers.

"Your late night shift is over!" quipped Lara as she raised her muscular left leg and planted the ball of her erotic left foot hard into the middle of a trafficker's chest. "Who the hell is that?!" yelled another trafficker as he reached for his pistol under his jacket. However Yellow Cat's reflexes were faster...as she drew her cat-o-nine whip. "You think you're a big man with you big gun?!" quipped the Superwoman of Jamaica as she lashed out with her whip."Aaaargh!!" groaned the trafficker as the whip stung him in his left hand...forcing him to drop his gun. Cracking her whip again...Yellow Cat sent another drug trafficker staggering into some nearby wooden crates...revealing packages of cocaine inside.

"So you fiends are selling cocaine on the streets of Kingston!....Selling them to innocent children no doubt!" quipped the beauteous Jamaican Amazon... with anger in her sultry voice... as she lashed another trafficker across the chest with her whip...sending him sprawling along the ground. "Allow me to introduce myself...My name's Yellow Cat...and I'm going to shut down your drug smuggling operation and bring you all to justice!" declared Lara as she holstered her whip and stood with her muscular arms raised...and her muscular legs slightly apart...her erotic bare feet resting flat on the ground...watching her fallen foes. "Now gentlemen...You have questions to answer...Who will be first?" asked Yellow Cat.

Before she could interrogate the criminals...the busty Jamaican superwoman was alerted to the squeal of car tyres...just outside of the warehouse. "Looks like your employer is trying to escape boys!...Stay here...I'll be right back!!" declared Yellow Cat as she sprinted out of the warehouse...her large brown breasts swaying sexily underneath her skimpy yellow bra...as her muscular arms and legs moved in tandem...as she pursued a black BMW sedan that was fleeing the scene. "Ha!...This car's no match for my feline speed!...So ends another successful night of crime fighting!...Whoever's in that car is not going to escape!" declared Yellow Cat as she flexed her muscular thighs...and leapt towards the speeding car.

However the beauteous Jamaican Amazon was premature in her declaration of victory...as a shiny silver cylinder was hurled out of the sun roof of the speeding car...directly at her...while she was in full flight. "Eh?!!...Something being throw at me?!!...Ha!...You're foolish if you think this ordinary thing can..." began the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica. Her sentence was interrupted as the cylinder emitted a beeping noise...and then exploded a split second later...as it came into close proximity with her curvaceous and muscular brown body.