"What? Whether your mother would approve? You want to go back to your nice little house with your happy parents and exciting bartending job? That's fine by me. You have a cell phone, call yourself a cab." Dax started to walk towards the house.
Once again, he had read her soul and knew exactly what it was she was thinking. It would be a big disappointment to her parents if she hooked up with a biker, and they had always been happy and good to her. And she did live in a nice, safe little house.
But that's why she had gotten the bartending job in the first place. That wasn't enough for her. She was drawn to this life. And even though she barely knew him, she was drawn to Dax.
"Wait!" she called. Dax paused. "Yes," she finally said.
"Yes, what?"
"I-I want to be your old lady."
He didn't turn around, or even acknowledge her, he just started walking again. Madison hurried to catch up. "So I'm still not sure what we're doing here?" she said, looking for some kind of attention from the man.
"First things first, you gotta meet the prez. All the potential ol' ladies do."
"What for?"
Dax laughed. "Ain't no point being the king, if you can't sample the wares," he said.
Madison scrunched up her face in confusion. What the hell was he talking about? Sample what wares? Then it hit her.
"Wait, what? You don't mean... like... I have to have sex with him, do you? I don't even know who he is?"
Dax smiled and turned to her as they walked, the house only a few feet away now and the door was still open after Troy had gone in. "You didn't really know me, either," he said.
"Ya, but-"
"You really don't know anything about the MC."
They got to the door and Dax stepped aside, gesturing her forward.
"The president gets to sample everything before he decides whether it's good enough for one of his men," he said, pushing her forward.
Madison crossed the barrier and walked into a large open room. Standing around were about ten other bikers, each clad in matching leather jackets and adorned with a variety of tattoos. Troy stood among them, a big smile on his face. Most of the other men were grinning as well, and each of them letting their eyes roam over her body, although most were focused mainly on her tits.
"And before the president decides to grant one of his men sole ownership of an ol' lady, he first lets all the other members have a turn so that no one misses out..."
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