Black Puma: Cat's Claw

By Millie Dynamite

The Black Puma is a creature of darkness stalking the criminal eliminate in their natural domain. Some end up dead. Others are turned over for the police to find, complete with incriminating evidence. Still, others she marked in a vicious, permanent manner. They are marked to tell the boss of bosses Puma’s coming for him, and when she gets him, there will be no court, no trial, and no mercy.
Former tennis pro, Shawanda Jones, leads a double life. By day, she is the retired former Grand Slam champion. At night, she becomes the Black Puma, a masked vigilante fighting crime in ‘The City’s’ worst cesspool, ‘Shabby Heights.’ The sexy, exotic beauty targets crime boss, Jason Greggs and his organization brings a series of reprisals against her. In the midst of this epic battle, Shawanda Jones juggles her complicated personal life. Her new love interest, Lacey Barton, complicates matters. Even worse, Lacey’s a journalist who suspects her lover might be Black Puma. This story is an action-packed erotic thriller in “Millie’s Vast Expanse.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Kittys Publishing
• Release date: Apr 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370654574

Millie Dynamite

Millie was born in Texas on September 10, 1989, she is an African-American female. Millie spent her teenage years as a runaway – living on the streets. For ten years she lived a hard life scratching out a living, she did things to get by that she scared her. Never giving up on herself she turned her life around and is now a productive member of society.With her checkered past behind her, she now writes short stories as a type of therapy. Millie draws on those awful times to enrich her stories. The stories she writes are of an adult nature and can be soft and romantic or harsh and gritty.Millie lives a quietly with her life partner, Jo. They have one cat, ‘Captain Tom’ and fish who live in constant terror of him.Millie enjoys reading as much as writing; she loves horror, erotica, mysteries and stories that mix the three.

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Black Puma — Cat’s Claw

A superheroine story

in

"Millie’s Vast Expanse"

by

Millie Dynamite

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© Copyright 2017 by Millie Dynamite

Published by Red Kitty’s Publishing

All Rights Reserved

Cover Design by Shiloh Young

This book is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, actual events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

For Little Momma. Thanks for all the help when I so desperately needed assistance. Wherever you have gone, whatever you are doing, know that you are always in my thoughts.

Part One — To Trap a Cat

At night, in the worst part of the city, she can be seen. A woman, a creature of darkness, stalking the criminal element in their natural habitat. Wearing a cat costume, she moves through the slum, this cat of the night, preventing the abuse of the women forced to make their living on the grimy streets. She stops drug dealers, prevents home intrusions, captures those individuals who would do others harm.

They call her the Black Puma.

This is The City, the second-largest city in the United States and entertainment capital of the world. Two professional basketball teams call the City of Flowers home, as well as two major league baseball, and an old favorite professional football franchise recently returned to the sprawling metropolis. There are museums, planetariums, universities, thousands of restaurants, bars, movie theaters, parks, amusement parks, concert halls, and a host of other entertainment options for the population to enjoy.

Every legal business imaginable, as well as a thriving illicit black market, calls The City home. Then there are the darker trades. Porn is produced here. Thousands of hours of men humping men, women copulating together, and men fucking women. All this in the confines of the legal system, and while it might not be considered acceptable by many, nonetheless, it is lawful. From streaming, cam shows to full-length fuck flix, all available on your computer, TV, or even your cellphone. Drop a few bucks from your PayPal account, lean back, and jerk off to the sundry, voyeuristic delights. It’s a thriving business, highly lucrative, and a prominent employer of ‘talent’ in La La Land.

Then there is the less legal trade of flesh for sale, or at least for rent. High-end escorts provided starting at $1,000 an hour, to be seen gracing your arm at important functions. This is legal; however, afterward, something extra is expected by the escort and the client — cost negotiable and always high. Below this is the $500 an hour call girl, sent out to fulfill your wildest fantasies, in the privacy of your own home, hotel suite, or shady motel. Some acts require an extra dividend — all funds are required in advance of coitus. Services available night or day in The Big Orange, it’s almost out in the open. Still, there lies an even darker place.

This is the place where Jason Griggs reigns supreme.

The City has been called the City of Angels, and there may well be angels here. Any honest assessment of these angels tells you a great number of them have fallen. Sprinkled throughout the population, they work their dark arts in criminal endeavors, congregating in large numbers in an area of our fair city where despair has been a permanent resident for years. A dark place where the worst of the worst live, work, and die. Nestled between two upscale communities in a large ghetto, the area is known by the locals as Shabby Heights. For decades, the region was a no-go zone for police.

Until the day that Puma came to town.

****

Doctor Lucinda Hildegard sat across from Councilman Drake Urban. Dressed in a striking business suit, she presented an impassioned plea to The City Council, demanding the police put a stop to the vigilante called Black Puma.

In conclusion, leaving Shabby Heights as it has been for decades is best for The City, best for the council, and in particular, best for you and your family’s health, she insisted. Urban couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the woman. She looked somehow older than she should. He hadn’t seen her in just over three years after seemingly vanishing right after her husband left town.

Where have you been, Lucinda? he asked.

That isn’t important, she told him.

Lucinda, Drake said, speaking to her candidly, the last time we spoke, you had hatched a plan which would destroy the mob from the inside. That didn’t work out so well, did it? Oh, I know you brought down the old leader. And when the former boss of bosses fled town, or should I say, your husband, I thought for a day or two that you had succeeded, until the scum who took his place took over … Hell, Griggs is worse than Bryson ever considered being.

What I planned … it isn’t important … this message … I’m delivering this message for you, Lucinda Hildegard said, then leaned forward, her eyes cold. I’m here representing the person you fear the most. I’m telling you in no uncertain terms that the police must stop this Puma woman, or the repercussions will be monumental.

I swear, I don’t know what Griggs has done to you. You look much older than your years, Lucinda. I’m telling you, and you can take this to your boss, Griggs — we will not order the police to pursue this Puma. The district attorney’s office will not press charges against her. To be honest, not that I can admit it publicly, we’re in favor of what she’s doing. Her presence has a positive effect on the community, and not just Shabby Heights but the entire city. So, there is no deal, no matter how much money he offers, the City Council, the Mayor’s office, nor the Police Department — we will not accept any offer. We are united in this. We welcome her assistance in bringing down the organization.

Rising, Lucinda Hildegard turned away from Urban, strode to the door, then twisted back. This is an unfortunate decision on your part, she told him. I would have rewarded you. They would have rewarded you. But instead … she didn’t finish her statement but yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind her.

****

Lucinda, Jason Griggs sighed, standing in front of the distraught woman and rubbing his forehead as if he had a massive headache. He wasn’t angry, more disappointed, and even saddened. Oh, my dear Lucinda, once again, you disappoint me. Three times you have failed me. On the two previous occasions, I turned you out on the street to earn your living as a common whore. It seems to me this form of encouragement just isn’t working. This failure must be your last.

He moved away from the woman as she begged for another chance. Ignoring her, Griggs picked up the phone, dialed a number and waited.

Hector, ole buddy, your men did an excellent job, he told the man. As both a reward to them and a favor to me, I have another job for them. I have a woman who needs to be taught a lesson and be put in her place. He listened as the man spoke, then replied, As rough as they want, and again, he listened. Yes, all twenty of them. As callous as they desire. She’ll be at the usual place.

Doctor Lucinda Hildegard gasped. She knew Griggs, and if he was allowing 20 men to be as callous as they desired, she was in serious trouble. Paling at the thought, she begged Griggs once more to reconsider. Despite her resolve, tears broke through, beginning as a trickle before the floodgates opened as the reality hit home. There was a real possibility she might not survive the night. On impulse, she rose, stumbling toward the door.

Janice Griggs watched her brother’s face, knowing he was contemplating how badly the Mexicans would treat Lucinda, and how much sick pleasure it brought him. Janice needed to say something.

Where are you going, Lucinda? Janice asked her.

Please not that, she begged.

You can analyze the experience, Janice told the sobbing woman. Isn’t that what psychologists do? Analyze shit? Being so hateful to the woman wasn’t sitting well with her, but there was no way she could let her brother know his decision bothered her. She couldn’t let on that his cruelty upset her.

Yeah, that’s what they do, Jason said. Doctor … learn from this, he told her, then turned to his man. Max, take this bitch to Miss Stone’s brothel. You wait and see that these men use her, good and hard. You get me the tapes of it for me to watch later. After they are done with the good Doctor, get every last stitch of her clothing, all her personal shit and dump her in the middle of the Heights, he ordered. Max dutifully picked Lucinda up before she reached the door, slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

She blubbered and begged as he took her from the room. Her cries grew softer as the door closed, and soon the pair could no longer hear her. Jason paced for a few moments, debating his next step before looking at his sister and smiling.

Back to business. I really don’t want to do this, Jason moved to the phone. But we can’t let this politician defy us. He dialed the number.

Dear brother, why do you lie to me? Janice said. We’re twins. I can almost hear your thoughts, and I think you’re going to execute him.

Jason sat at his desk, smiled at her, but said nothing. He waited for some time as the phone rang until at last someone answered.

Terrence, I need you and two of your men to pay Councilman Urban a visit tonight, he told him.

No, I don’t want you to kill anyone. Urban has an eighteen-year-old daughter — abuse her in front of the man and his wife. Don’t kill anyone, understand? Standing, Janice walked to the door and paused, smiling at her brother.

That’ll bring him down a peg or two, she said. Leaving the room, she pulled her cellphone out and placed a call. Janice Griggs had a decision to make. After all, no one can be two places at once.

Steven, can you get word to her? Janice asked.

****

The sunset cast an orange hue over the sea as the first fingers of darkness crept over The City. A few miles inland, Terrence Spencer followed his instructions, watching the house of the Councilman while waiting for the lights to darken. Looking to his right, he frowned at the man playing with his sidearm. Twisting around, he gazed at the man in the back seat, also fidgeting with his gun.

Put those away. They’re just for show tonight, Terrence snapped. The last light in the house went out, and the trio exited the