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.
