Jalisa Chapter 15 #3
Before she could move off, Cougar came over.
He smiled at her. “You and I can hang out if you want. I don’t have an old lady, so there’s no danger of Jalisa going off on you because of me.
I’ve known her all her life. If you deal with her right, she’ll do the same.
Why don’t you stay with me, and we can get acquainted?
Wrath and Jae have an announcement to make to the others, and then Jalisa will say a few things.
” His kindness and, no doubt, good looks made her smile and stay.
Wrath came over to me. He grinned, then let out a loud whistle.
It caused everyone to quiet down and turn to face us.
“I have a few announcements. As you can see, we have guests. They’ll be with us for at least the next week.
I’ll let the others introduce themselves.
This gentleman here is Panther. He’s a Hell’s Fiend president.
This is his old lady, Tonda. And this young woman next to me is Jalisa. She’s originally a Fiends’ princess.”
He paused and drew me close until my side was plastered to his. “I planned to do this earlier and got sidetracked, so you’ll all be witnesses.”
He glanced over his shoulder. I did, too, and found Betty handing him a bag. My heart sped up. Was it what I hoped it was? Wrath held the bag so I could remove the black, smooth leather cut inside. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled the smell.
“You’re supposed to wear it, not sniff it,” Forge called out.
I gave him the middle finger, causing many to laugh.
Wrath dropped the bag and then moved to take the cut and hold it up for me to see the back.
Property of Wrath and Pagan Souls Oconee stared back at me.
Then he turned it so the crowd saw the back, and I looked at the front.
I smirked, reading Lil’ Lunatic on the front.
There were gasps from the women who’d arrived.
Wrath held it open for me to slip on. As soon as it was in place, he shouted, “Welcome, my old lady, Jalisa, my Lil’ Lunatic.”
Applause and cheers rang out. He gave me a passionate kiss.
When he lifted away, I looked out at the still cheering crowd.
I noted the bunnies and hangers were varying degrees of shocked, uncomfortable, and upset.
It was always bad when a member claimed someone, but even worse when it was the club president making the claim.
Those who had dreams of being claimed by a biker were disappointed.
As they quieted, Wrath continued, “I can’t tell you how damn happy I am to present Jalisa. She is the queen of the club. And as such, she wanted to address something that has not been a real consideration until now. Baby, you have the floor.”
“Thank you, babe. And thank you for your warm welcome. I know the guys knew about me already. As for those of you who joined us tonight, I’ll be getting to know you.
You may wonder what that means. I’ll tell you.
Overall, I can be pretty easy going as long as you do what you’ve been asked and what you’ve agreed to by accepting the status of a bunny or hanger.
Growing up in a club, I know what your place is within the club.
And I don’t have a problem with you if you stick to a few simple rules.
“One, if you’re told no, it means no. Don’t harass the guy to accept your company.
Second, if you’re a bunny, you will be asked to assist in times of need or preparation for large events.
It won’t be often or taxing. Third, old ladies, members, and guests are to be treated with respect.
This is the home of the first two. You’re here by invitation.
Remember that the invite can be rescinded.
Fourth, if you’re sleeping with the club, you will have yourselves tested for STIs every three months, and the results of those tests will be given to me.
No test, no sex, no exception. This is for your safety as well as the guys.
Fifth, you must be using some form of birth control.
Again, proof will be required. Condoms aren’t enough to prevent either pregnancy or STIs.
Finally, you need to hear me on this one.
Claimed men, no matter what club they’re with, are strictly off-limits.
There will be no offering them sex, trying to convince them to cheat, touching, or anything like that. ”
This caused a considerable stir. Wrath’s men weren’t shocked, so I guessed he must’ve told them what I was going to do. He wasn’t objecting to what I said. Out in front, one of the hangers spoke up with a scowl on her face.
“What if the claimed men ask us for sex?”
“You kindly decline.”
“But I’m not a bunny. How can you dictate that for me or the men who ask?”
“If you choose to ignore the rule, you will be banned. It’s your choice,” I told her.
She gave me an angry look and then turned her back on me. There was another hanger next to her. The first one must’ve thought I couldn’t hear because she muttered, “What’s she gonna do about it if we do? Nothing. The men rule here, not her. I’ll fuck whoever I please.”
I was on her in a flash. I grabbed her shoulder, spun her around, and then I had her by the throat. Her eyes bulged.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do about it. I’ll beat your ass, and if that doesn’t change your tune or you really piss me off, you’ll visit the Bunny Bonfire,” I snarled before shoving her away. She coughed a few times, then rubbed her neck.
The one she’d said it to asked fearfully, “What’s a Bunny Bonfire?”
“Cougar, would you like to answer that?” I called out.
He came to stand next to me.
“It’s after she’s beaten your ass. A Bunny Bonfire is when Jalisa goes out back and builds a nice fire.
When it’s roaring hot, she returns, finds the offending person, and takes them out to it.
She makes them look at it and feel the heat if they’ve had a minor infraction.
The implication is there that fucking up again means more pain.
If it’s a moderate infraction, their hand goes into the flames to teach them not to touch.
And if it’s a severe one, such as they betrayed the club, physically hurt a member or old lady, or along those lines, your ass goes into it. ”
This caused a lot of murmuring, not only from the women. Vex asked loudly, “Has she ever thrown anyone into the fire?”
“One bunny and one hang-around. They conspired to get a committed member in bed to break him and his old lady up. When his woman found out, she was about to leave him. It was determined that he’d been drugged. Jalisa forced them to confess, issued the beatdown, and they visited the Bunny Bonfire.”
“Did they survive?” another woman whispered. None of us answered. We just stared at her, brows raised.
This made the room go very quiet. I wondered if Wrath would interject something to counter my orders. Maybe I should’ve gone into detail with him on what I’d done at the Fiends’ club. I waited to see if we’d have our first disagreement.