The Camel Club Novels & Stories

Members only. I know what club he's talking about. I've heard whispers—Callum's teammates, late-night conversations I wasn't supposed to overhear. A place called Lux. Underground. Invite-only. The kind of place where NFL players go to disappear for a night, where everything is off the record and nothing leaves the building. And Caleb is taking some other girl there tonight.

Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it. They organize rescue missions for women and children in sex trafficking and drugs. They have some government contracts and some from private citizens. They are also for private hire of lost and kidnapped women, children, and men. They own several local businesses also. Jarret the president of the club, was left his grandfather's farm of two hundred acres. The farm hadn't been a working farm in years. So, the guys tore down all the old buildings and built a large clubhouse. It has a large main room, game room, bar, exercise room, kitchen with dining room, and 20 bedrooms with bathrooms.

Mrs Garcia warned and allowed her to leave. Camila drove out of the compound and took her car to the washing bar. She paid them to wash her car and left in an Uber to a club in town. She stood at the entrance a bit nervous since the club is a place she had never visited all her life. It seems it is the only place she could get a random guy to sleep with urgently. "Hey pretty," came the voice of a tall man holding a bottle of whisky and a cigarette "Hi..." Camila replied swallowing hard

"Why's this always happening to me.?" They walked to the bar and ordered shots because Elsa want to get drunk. Deep down she prays she doesn't come across him. He's always driving her crazy. They take their shots and a bottle of tequila as they walked back to their table. "Do you know Colorado Carter owns this club ?" Alice slurs and chugs down her shots. "For God's sake, why didn't you tell me ?" "What? Scared to make out? Club sex is always remarkable." Lucas mutters drinking his shots.

Camilla hesitated for a moment and said, "We are actually very open. Jasmine mentioned a special club to me a few times." When she said that, she looked at Ellena. Ellena replied, "Adult club?" Camilla looked a little embarrassed and she nodded. "I understand." Ellena had heard a little about this but she had only heard about it. She did not expect Jasmine to be so open. "I can help you contact the club over there." Camilla saw that Ellena's look at her had changed and hurriedly explained, "I have been there once but I did not play with them." Ellena nodded to show that she understood.

The music played soft and slow in the background now, a break between heavy beats that were being played lately. Kamala and Tellan sat across from each other, their drinks on the table. The flashing lights of Club Mirage bounced across their faces. There was a smell of perfume in the air, a little smoke, and the noise of conversations. Tellan leaned back in his seat and smiled. “Nice place, huh?” he said. Kamala took a sip from her glass. “Yeah. First time here,” she said with a light smile. Her eyes moved calmly around the club as she spoke.

“It’s not considered an evil club, but they get involved in some unusual things and it’s quite strange. The club has never interacted with us, so why would they come looking for you, Sergeant Larson?” Upon hearing Joe’s explanation, Zayn began to understand the Medusa Dames better. He shook his head and said, “I don’t know why either.” Zayn paused for a moment before asking, “Cyrene mentioned big four clubs. What are they?” Zayn looked at Joe so he would not miss his expression. If the Medusa Dames existed, the big four clubs Cyrene mentioned must also have been real. Moreover, these clubs were not as simple as they seemed.

Alek asked. “I think so.” He laughed. “Just stay with me.” Camilla could do that. Besides, it was not like she knew any other person here. They walked further into the club, edging away from the noise. He placed a hand on her lower back as they took the stairs and led her to a different spot. The VVIP area was so quiet you wouldn’t believe it was in the same club. Couches lined the railings with a table in the middle. There was a bucket of wine with some glasses and a cake with a single candle on the table. Two hookah containers were at the foot of the table.

They were accepted in the club on the condition that they kept the peace. Phoenix’s Claws was the largest wolf–owned club in the Red Light district. Under Cathy’s management, it was flourishing far better than any of the clubs in the area and Cathy was beginning to think about extending the establishment into hotels and resorts. She was so occupied by her plans for the club that she almost passed the exit that would take her to the Red Light district and was lucky enough to arrive just in time to see the delivery guys bringing trucks of drinks for the opening later that night.

“Yes, let’s go to the club.” We pulled up at the club not long after. David told me he had sent a text message to Creek informing him of what we were going to do and to make sure all the brothers were present. More bikes than I had ever seen lined the ground that the clubhouse stood on. I looked up in awe as I took in the sheer size of the clubhouse. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t something as extravagant as this. It was four-stories tall. I heard music coming from the inside, making it sound like a party was going on, even though it was still only lunchtime. “Come on babe, let’s get inside.” He ushered me, holding my hand.