“What do you think about this new rule?” Dax asked, turning to his leather clad brother.
“I think it’s a great idea,” Troy said, eyeing the girl standing in front of Prez, the new leader of the Desperados MC. She had been brought in by Smoke, a relatively new member of the club.
“Of course you do,” Dax said, shaking his head. Troy always thought with his dick, so this ridiculous new rule by the Prez appealed to him. New boss, new rules. Dax was already not impressed with their president. Dax hadn’t voted for him, or the VP, but majority ruled. But even he hadn’t anticipated what his first new decree would be.
The girl standing in the middle of the club house looked terrified, and she clutched Smoke’s hand tightly as he stood beside her, scowling. Seemed like he wasn’t overly fond of the new rule either, especially since he would be the guinea pig. Or his new potential ol’ lady would be, anyway.
Jus primae noctis. Apparently the president had gone out and had that phrase tattooed on his chest a couple of nights ago after announcing the new decree to the MC. Dax had looked it up, and it was similar to how it had been described at the meeting. An ancient privilege of a lord to share the marriage bed of the peasants that served him. In the Prez’s mind, this translated to his being able to fuck any new girl that members of the MC brought back to introduce to the club as a potential new girlfriend. At least he hadn’t made it retroactive to existing ol’ ladies. That would have caused an uproar for sure.
As it was, most of the membership hadn’t been on board with the idea until he modified it slightly, saying that it would also mean that all members of the club would also get a turn. Suddenly, most of the membership decided that what they would gain would far outweigh what they’d have to give up. At least, that’s what they had thought at the time, but it seems when it actually came down to it, giving up your new girlfriend to the club for a group roll in the hay didn’t seem as appealing. At least, if Smoke was any indication. He was still scowling and arguing with the Prez and Magnum.
“If I remember correctly, you were in favor of this when we voted,” Magnum said. It was easy for him to say. The Prez had exempted the president and VP roles from the new rules. So he and Magnum would be able to sample everyone else’s girl, but wouldn’t have to share their own.
Smoke opened his mouth but he knew there was nothing left to argue. He had, in fact, agreed to it during the vote. He looked helplessly at the cute little blond to his left. Her long hair flowed down her shoulders and cascaded over her tank top covered breasts. She looked back at him with big brown eyes.
“Sorry, Dakota,” he said. “I tried. Looks like you’ve gotta go through with it after all.”
He nodded at the Prez, whose pale green eyes lit up lustfully as he stared at Dakota’s firm breasts, burning a hole in her shirt with his gaze. He hadn’t looked at her face once since Dax had been watching him. He reached out and grabbed Dakota’s hand.
“Come on then, girl. Let me show you my office where we can get better acquainted.”
The look on the girl’s face was pure terror, but she nodded slightly anyway as she gave one last look at Smoke as the Prez led her away, his large hand pushing open the door to the back room. He was a big biker, mostly muscle although there was a bit of a gut starting to form around his middle. Magnum reached up and gave Smoke a pat on the shoulder and big smile. The braided beard under his chin swung wildly as he quickly followed his leader.
As the door closed behind them, the room that was mostly silent suddenly erupted into excited conversations.
“Can you believe she actually went back with him?” Troy said. “Looks like we’re going to get a turn after all. I was starting to wonder if this whole
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