Chapter 17

Rajat stood outside the entrance of Von House Palace. He glanced at his watch and took note that it was 10 minutes to 9 p.m. He wondered why Rose decided to take him to a stripper club.

Outside the building were half naked women who had men touching them all over. In the dark alley were two people having what appeared to be anal sex. The man slammed hard against the woman, and he was rewarded with moans so loud that Rajat could hear her.

Rajat put his hands in his pockets and uncomfortably whistled to himself. He wasn't used to being in such places. Coming from a strict Indian home, he never saw so much immorality in one place.

Six guys bumped into him and ran after one guy with a backpack. Rajat was stunned by the vulgar language they hurled against the guy they were chasing.

"Oh my, how strange some Americans can be." he said to himself and checked the time again. "Any minute now." he assured himself.

Within moments a Mercedes-Benz parked next to him. The door opened and lovely long legs in heels stepped out. Wearing only a bum short and white vest, a brunette in shades grinned at him. She slammed the door and the driver drove away.

The woman grinned seductively at Rajat and popped her bubblegum. Rajat raised his brows and looked back. When he saw no one behind, he turned back only to be face to face with the mysterious beauty. She ran her finger down his chest sending out a tingling sensation down his body.

"Hello there?" She started in a deep sexy voice. "What is your name?"

"Ra-jat Ma-mm-Madhan." Rajat stammered.

"Oh my you are sweating. The last time I checked, you liked African girls. " she teased him with a pout.

"I still do. You are just so – Wait a minute." Rajat paused and dropped his jaw. "Miss Peterson, is that you?" he asked her with his eyes wide.

Rose laughed and took off her shades revealing herself to Rajat. "Yes it is I."

"Why are you dressed like this?" Rajat waved his up and down at her.

"A lawyer of my status cannot be seen in a place like this." Rose said and applied more red lipstick.

A beat up pickup truck parked across them. Danny stepped out, sniffed the air, lifted his belt buckle and walked into the building. Two girls ran after him and each held an arm. Rose recognized the girls as the ones from facebook.

"Come on, let's go." She grabbed Rajat's hand and walked to the building.

They went past the truck and Rose halted. She looked around and over her shoulder before pulling out a tiny round device. Rajat watched her in silence as she ducked to the side of the truck. Rose squatted down and pinned it underneath the truck.

"What was that?" Rajat asked her when she rejoined him.

"I'll tell you later." Rose brushed him off and strutted ahead of him.

The music was so loud inside. For a Monday, the place was too crowded. Strippers danced everywhere with their bare breasts outside. The waitresses wore nothing but aprons and thongs. Black tap covered their nipples.

Drunken people danced dirty dances and some made out with each other. Rose and Rajat saw some men getting lap dances and put money inside the strippers' panties. On the highest floor was a DJ in a glass box.

Rose spotted Danny and the girls head up to a high floor. They were casually greeted by two men.

"Those must be Billy and Jack!" Rose yelled into Rajat's ear. "Quick, there is a table there. We can have a clear view of them from there without attracting attention to ourselves!"

The two pushed their way to the table and sat down. A waitress approached them. "What would you like to take?" She asked with an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips.

"Four shots of tequila please." Rose told her.

"I will just have a beer." Rajat said.

"Alright, your drinks will be here soon." she left them.

"Miss Peterson, I do not understand what we are doing here." Rajat voiced out his thoughts with his eyes wandering around.

"This place is wild. No wonder those three like it here." Rose further studied the club, ignoring Rajat's question.

"Yes but what are we doing here?" Rajat asked again.

"We are here to gather information on the Packet brothers. I don't know why but I really want to solve this little mystery." Rose abruptly got up. "I will be right back." she told him and left.

Rose got into the bathroom and immediately set her eyes on a teenager throwing up in a toilet while her friend held her hair. Rose went straight to the mirror and fixed her wig. The two women who were with Danny walked in. They stood next to her and touched up their makeup.

Looking at them up close, Rose saw that their skin was so pale and white as snow. Their eyes were yellow and very similar to those of a lion. Rose even shivered to the coldness around the one who stood right next to her. It was like standing in front of an open fridge.

"Can you believe that tonight we get to see the fourth Packet?" one asked the other.

"I heard that he is good-looking." The other one blushed. "Do you think that he will let me suck on him?" she excitedly asked.

"In your dreams." the other one teased and the two left the bathroom giggling to each other.

"Suck on him? What strange girls." Rose whispered to herself, puzzled.

Strange as those girls were, they gave her a heads up. Tonight was her lucky night. She was going to see the fourth Packet brother. Wasting no more time, Rose washed her hands and left the bathroom.

She went back to Rajat who had an African-American stripper sitting on his lap. She tried to tell him what she had just found out but the stripper got all his attention. The stripper got up and bended over, blocking Rajat's view with her big ass. Rajat couldn't even blink at how it vibrated while she danced to the beat.

Rose sighed at her futile efforts and sat down. With her eyes on the bouncy breasts of the seductress, took a shot of her tequila. Rose tilted her head at the woman as she straightened her back and turn to Rajat, giving her a clear view of her booty.

It was squeezable in all its firmness but yet softness. Rose bit her lip at the thought of the woman's flesh.

Shit, the fourth Packet! Rose snapped out and shifted her lustful gaze back to the Packets.

To her relief, they were still alone in the company of the strange women. Before she knew it, she saw a man walking up the stairs that led to the Packet's table. She narrowed her eyes to see who he was and when she recognized him, she almost choked on her second shot.

The man was Steve.

Rose coughed at the burning sensation of the tequila in total disbelief. She thought that perhaps he was meeting someone else. Her doubts were soon crushed when she saw the three Packets welcome him, and he sat down with them.

It all began to make sense now. Rose remembered how Steve and Danny looked at each other at the office. She also thought back to Steve denying knowing him and on top of that forbidding her to research on the Packet brothers. He didn't want her to find out that he was one of the Packet brothers.

"His real name is Robert Packet." Rose mouthed to herself.

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The wind blew gently as it gave a mournful weep. It was exactly midnight in New York City. Police sirens echoed in all the allies. They startled the homeless peasants who took refuge in the shadows. They knew all to well that someone had gotten in trouble with the cops and wanted no part of it.

As they hid, a hungry black cat found a bin and began sniffing for scraps of food. With its hopeful eyes, it used its tiny paws to dig deeper into the trash.

Flash lightening appeared and the curious cat held its head out of the bin. Lightening struck in different directions and the cat ran away in fright. It found its way under a shopping cart.

A portal appeared in the midst of the lightening. Stepping out of it were Waxx, Sanuika, Sana and Maradina. Maradina quickly took notice the cat and tilted her head in curiosity.

Waxx raised his hands and breathed in Earth's air with a bright smile. "Welcome to Earth, girls. "