Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife
Chapter 547: Faster than the wind.

Chapter 547: Faster than the wind.

Inside a privately owned night club on the Blue star that hosted a good number of celebrities, nobles and political figures from all over the empire, a couple was enjoying their night out and looking forward to the weekend ahead tomorrow.

The man, captain Zorl had his strong arms around the small waist of the woman. She was bending forward slightly as she looked down at the various guests at the bar on the open floor below.

He on the other hand was biting one of her ears in an attempt to distract her.

"Stop it, I am working." she told him.

She used one of her hands to try and push him away from her body.

"There is no work in Philips’s club. Should I remind that you that reporters are not allowed in here and I brought you with me after making a few assurances?"

"But I just saw Brigit Sears in the company of a man half her age. She is the countess, how can she do such a thing? What will her husband, the count Sears think?"

Jelly was fighting every instinct of her nature not to pull out her phone or use her terminal to take a picture or capture a video.

"And it’s none of our business." Zorl pulled her away from the overhanging balcony and half dragged, half carried her inside a large room.

In this room was a grand stage and entertainers, male and female, dressed in heavy make up and light of scanty clothes performed various acrobatic dances.

The guests in the room, men and women of notable wealth sat in comfortable chairs with drinks in their hands and watched with mysterious looks on their faces.

Occasionally, one of the guests would invite a worker from Phillip’s club over and whisper something to them. Jelly noticed that shortly after the whisper, a dancer would disappear from the stage and another would take their place. She started looking around curiously as she tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Zorl knew her well enough and he understood from the look on her face that she was less interested in the performances and more taken with the mysterious whispering.

Since they were sharing a chair and she was sitting on his laps, he nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck and whispered, "Let me guess, your reporter’s instinct to know everything has kicked in?"

Jelly turned her head to face him and nodded eagerly. She turned her entire body around and faced him with half of her front side.

"What are they whispering about?" she asked strongly.

"I am sure that they are wondering what we are whispering about as well." he answered.

He cocked his head and smiled slyly. "I like this position much better. Your chest is pressed against mine, this light white shirt is very loose. If I put my hands inside I can unhook your bra and..."

"Focus." Jelly told him and she pinched his hand.

"Awww," he said, and pouted.

She pulled his hand away from her ass and raised it to her back. "Don’t be a big baby, just tell me what goes in the deep belly of this club? You got an invitation from one of your fellow inspectors. What exactly did he say when he gave it to you?"

Zorl raised his hand and gestured for a drink. The club had dozens of cameras in every corner and nothing was missed by those who watched so he knew that he would be getting a drink as he wished.

"He said I needed to relax and the Philip’s club would help me with that." he answered.

Jelly sharpened her lips and moved them around as she thought about what she had witnessed ever since they stepped foot into this private exclusive club. A mini golf course, a very large bar inside. Private rooms which required a special code for one to be granted access, dancers who could easily obtain jobs in pleasure houses given the way they were dressed.

What else was on the floors above which they had not made it to? She wondered. More importantly, her boyfriend who worked for the RGB was not the kind of man who visited random establishments without doing further research.

She laughed, amazed by the alien like activities going on before her eyes. "I don’t believe it. You, Zorl, the kind of preparedness has no idea what kind of club this is!"

He shrugged and pulled her down so that he could hold her body closely.

Jelly looked around shyly and pushed his hand away. "Don’t, people will see."

"I think the people are more interested in the half naked dancers on the stage than us." he replied and tried to pull her down again.

"Don’t" she drawled out a whine.

"But I wanna.." he he mimicked her way of whining.

Jelly chortled and covered her mouth to muzzled the loud cackle which wanted to escape her mouth. She looked at her boyfriend in disbelief before taking her hand away and saying, "Ho, Zorl Langais, you have really changed."

Zorl had heard that statement a few times over in the past week. But how could he not change when he had two wild cards to deal with constantly named Scarlet and Esong.

"Blame it on the governor’s of this planet. I have tried my best to maintain my rationality in every way but they just do what they want and push all my buttons. My father said I should adjust my way of looking at things or I will explode."

Since Zorl had raised the names of the governors Jelly looked at him intently and the question which had been on her mind all week finally escaped her mouth.

"Hey, my sweet big baby. There is a rumor going around that something happened to the governor but it’s all hush hush. You have been mysteriously busy too. What happened?"

Zorl looked at the stage and pretended to be fully enthralled by the dancers. "Look, they are dancing with fire now. Wow!!"

"Honey..." Jelly whined and beat his chest softly with her right hand fist.

Zorl grabbed her hand and turned her around. "Jelly bean the guy just swallowed fire, you need to be watching this. It could be something to report about."

"Why did I even bother?" Jelly shook her head and looked at the stage.

Thirty three minutes later, she received a text and went into the bathroom for privacy. The text had come from a number which occasionally sent her very accurate news related to the governor’s, their families and the royals.

"Huh!" she said thoughtfully and her lips curved upwards, forming a delicious smile.

Her hands moved faster than the wind as she quickly dialed a number and contacted the one man who needed to see what she had just received.

"Director Rodney, I hope you have my pay raise ready." she said, as soon as he picked up. "You should also nominate me for the best Blue star reporter’s award because I have the what might possibly be the most outrageous news of the year."

Around ten minutes later, Zorl’s terminal buzzed and he pinched his arm to stop himself from cursing. He had to go and search for his Jelly bean.

He also needed another drink.