Just a Touch of Voodoo
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 2
Morning found Pure and me snuggled tightly together. She woke up when I tried to get out of bed, so we ended up in the shower together like a pair of newlyweds.
I could smell breakfast, and it made my stomach growl. “God, that smells good!” Pure said, voicing what I was thinking.
“Yeah, I’m starving,” I told her.
We finished dressing and went downstairs. Nan had a smile that could light the night on her face; “Did you two sleep well?” She asked.
I walked over to her and kissed her cheek; “Yes,” I said with a smile.
“Most definitely,” Pure said as she sat at the table.
I got a plate of food and took it to Pure, sitting it down in front of her. Nan brought her and my plates to the table. We ate in relative silence, and when we had finished eating, I picked up the plates and silverware, took them to the sink to rinse them, and then put them in the dishwasher. Pure got up from the table and left the room. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?” I asked Nan as her smile grew bigger.
Pure came back with a black jacket and handed it to me. It was a black Klim Klondike leather riding jacket, and it was sweet. She had me try it on, and for my size, it fit like a glove.
She took me by the hand and took me to the garage, where my mouth fell open, because there was a 2026 H2R sitting next to my other H2R. Solid black, with a new black Bell Race Star Flex helmet, with my initials stenciled on the back in red, Old English lettering, and on both rear fairings of the bike. Some gloves were sitting on the seat with a pair of boots sitting next to the kickstand. The gloves were black Alpinestars SP-8V3s, and the boots were all black Alpinestars Supertech Rs.
I kicked my house shoes off and put on the boots, and they fit perfectly. I knew they had to be a special order, because I wear a size sixteen shoe. The gloves fit a little snug but wearing them will take care of that. The helmet had Bluetooth and a Packtalk Pro, so it was blinged out.
I pulled Nan and Pure into a group hug and kissed them both. “Who wants the first ride?” I asked.
“Not me,” Nan said.
“Me neither,” Pure said, shaking her head. I smiled and pulled them tighter to me and kissed them again.
“Happy birthday!” They called out in unison as I went inside to change into better riding attire.
When I got back to the garage, Nan and Pure had gone back inside. I took the GoPros off my old bike and mounted them to the new one, and that’s when I noticed my initials in red, Old English lettering.
I opened the garage door and pushed my bike out, closing it behind me. The ride was what I expected it to be—fucking great! I rode around the lake and stopped to get a soda. I ran into a couple of guys my age at the store, who were standing by the door when I went inside. When I came out of the store, one of them was sitting on my bike taking selfies.
“Do you mind?” I asked him when I got to my bike.
“Fuck off, I’ll be done in a minute,” he told me.
I knew that Pure wouldn’t want me to get into a fight, so I let him take his selfies. When he got off, he tried to ‘shoulder bump’ me, but he bounced off. The guy was chest high to me and forty pounds lighter, so I had no clue as to what he thought would happen.
I got back on my bike, fired it up, and drove away. I told Pure what had happened at the store when I got back, and she said, “Good for you.”
Nan had lunch ready when I got back, so we ate and talked about what we were going to do for the day. “Nan, do you have your driver’s license?” I asked.
I got a look of ‘well.’ I don’t know what the look was, but it said she did in fact have her license. “Okay, why don’t we go get Nan a car, so she’ll have one of her own and won’t have to rely on one of us to drive her around?” I told them.
Nan got a big smile on her face, and Pure did as well. They got ready while I waited, and then we loaded up in the Rover and headed to the multiplex dealership.
Not knowing Nan’s car preference, I was surprised by her selection—a fire engine red, 2025 Camaro Z/28, fully loaded. I must have had a look of shock on my face, because she looked up at me and said, “What?” with a shit-eating grin on her face, as I held my hands in front of me in surrender.
While Pure and Nan bought the car, I walked around the lot. I found a Jeep Gladiator I liked and decided I wanted to get it too; after all, I would need something on days I couldn’t ride.
The Gladiator Mojave X was black and looked like it was made for me. The saleslady scared the shit out of me when she said, “It suits you.” I jumped and turned to face her as she smiled and said, “Sorry about that.”
I waved it off and asked, “How much?”
“It has a discount because it was a special order, and the person didn’t like it,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, and that’s when I noticed her name, ‘Pur’. She was a beautiful, tall redhead with hazel eyes. From my standpoint, she and Pure had the same measurements.
“How much discount?” I asked.
“Ten thousand,” she said to me with a smile.
“I’ll take it,” I told her.
We started walking back to do the paperwork. “Nice to meet you, I’m Pur, Pur Llewellyn,” she said, sticking out her hand to me.
I took her hand and shook it, saying, “Rudger Daniels,” telling her my name. We went in and sat down at her desk and started the paperwork. Pure came over and sat next to me, and when Pur got back, her smile faltered for the briefest of moments when they introduced themselves and shook hands. Even for a dummy, I could see the tension between the two. Pure was quiet and smiling, and I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of hungry dogs.
Nan walked over and put her hands on my shoulders; “What are you getting, sweet boy?” She asked.
I pointed to the Jeep out the glass door and said, “That.”
Nan looked at the Jeep and said, “I like it.”
“It has a discount on it,” Pur said, looking at Nan.
Nan nodded and walked over to Pure; “They want you back at the other desk.” Nan motioned over to where she had been sitting.
“Okay, Momma,” Pure said to Nan and got up and went back to the other desk.
“I’m Meadow, but everyone calls me Nanna or Nan,” she said, offering her hand to Pur.
“Pur,” she said, taking Nan’s hand. For the time being, it seemed the situation was defused; “I’ll need to send you over to the finance department for the final paperwork,” Pur told me.
“No financing, we’ll buy them today,” I told her.
Pur had a look on her face that said, ‘No fucking way!’ I smiled and nodded. Pur got up and walked up to a woman standing over at the desk that Pure was at and talked to her for a couple of minutes. She came back and sat down with a smile on her face and said, “Okay, it’s not every day this happens, so I was a little worried, sorry.”
“No big deal.”
With handshakes and paperwork done, we went home. Nan wanted to drive her car, so we went out to eat as soon as we parked the other cars. Nan is a freaking Mario Andretti with a heavy foot, so I couldn’t find enough seatbelts to make me feel safe. We made good time to the restaurant, though; “You look a little green around the gills,” Nan said to me as she let me out of the car.
“I’m fine,” I told her with a squeak in my voice.
My hands were still shaking when I took a drink of my water, and Nan noticed; “You ride that death trap on two wheels, and I scared you with my driving?” She said with a laugh.
I had to swallow twice because I had to swallow my heart, which was in my throat with the first one, and Pure and Nan were laughing at my uneasiness. The food was great, and I had calmed down enough to eat by the time the food had been brought out.
The ride home was a lot less frightening than the ride to the restaurant. Pure wanted to ‘test’ drive the Jeep; there was no use in arguing with her, so I gave her the key fob. I got in the passenger seat and became the ‘passenger princess.’
She drove us out to a secluded spot and killed the engine. We spent the next hour christening the Jeep the only way a new car should be christened, by fucking like horny teens, which I was one.
By the time we were done and dressed, the Jeep had the smell of a sex-scented new car. “That should keep you for a little while,” she told me as we drove back to the house.
“Do you even know me?” I asked her, wagging my eyebrows at her.
When we got back, we made a mad dash upstairs to our room for a shower. I was naked in no time, and when I saw Pure in her nakedness, things became quite rigid. Nan walked in with her bag and pulled us to the circle on the floor; “Momma, what are you doing?” Pure asked.
Once we were in the circle, Nan pulled a jar of white liquid out of her bag and opened it. She took some out and smeared it over my very erect cock and then put the jar back and grabbed an empty jar from her bag.
Nan stroked my cock and had me cumming in the jar faster than I had ever done before, almost filling it. She put powder in the jar with my cum, and it glowed again. Nan then poured it all over Pure and rubbed it in. “Momma, what are you doing?” Pure asked again.
“You need another binding, seeing how you had a ‘jealous’ spell at the dealership today!” Nan told Pure. When the jar was empty, and it had absorbed into Pure, Nan put everything back into her bag. “Did you not see the girl’s name?” Nan asked Pure.
“No, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Her name was Pur Llewellyn,” Nan informed her.
“Okay, and?”
“Pur, Pure. Llewellyn means lion-like; I looked it up,” Nan said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Ohhh, ohhhhh,” Pure said, realizing something I was missing.
It dawned on me after a few minutes that Pur’s name and Pure’s last name meant almost the same thing. What were the odds that I’d meet two women with names with the same connotation? Nan had picked up on it, so it had to mean something.
Pure and I showered and went to see what Nan was up to. She was in her room doing whatever it was she did when she did her voodoo stuff. So, we left her alone and went to watch a movie.
I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. Falling asleep on the couch wasn’t what I had planned on, but I wasn’t the only one, though, because Pure was still asleep next to me. Not wanting to wake Pure, I gently got up and made my way to the bathroom. When I got back, Pure was gone from the couch, and I could smell food cooking.
In the kitchen, Nan had breakfast going and seemed to be in a good mood. I walked up behind her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek; “Good morning, my sweet boy,” she said in a tone that filled me with love.
“Morning, Nan.”
Pure walked in, with her hair disheveled and yawning; “Morning, Sleepyhead,” I told her, pulling her into a hug.
“Morning, Baby,” she said, kissing me. “Eww, morning breath,” she then said, pinching her nose.
I let her go, and she smacked me on the ass and then winked at me. We sat at the table, and Nan brought our plates to us. Not having that, I pointed to Nan’s chair and said, “Sit” to her. She smiled and sat down as I put the plate, she brought to me in front of her and went to get mine. No one said anything about what had occurred last night; “I checked on the school, and today is a workday for teachers and other faculty. So, I thought I would go get my class schedule and get the ‘lay of the land,’” I told them.
“Not a bad idea,” Pure told me.
I went and got dressed and put on all my new gear. Before I left, I kissed my two beautiful ladies; well, one got a peck while the other got tongue. The ride to the school wasn’t that bad, and when I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed it was a magnet school. I parked and looked around, wondering where the office was. After a few minutes of my looking lost, which I was, I saw the sign that said ‘Office,’ with a big red arrow pointing at a door, so I walked to the door and went in.
I walked into the office with my helmet in hand and was greeted by a somewhat ‘nice’ lady. “Can I help you?” She asked in a tone that didn’t connote ‘pleasant’ at all.
“Yes, Ma’am, I’m a new student, and I wanted to get things done before the start of school,” I told her.
“Name?” She asked.
“Rudger Daniels.”
She did some typing on a computer and said, “Yes, we have you enrolled, tuition is paid, so what can we help you with?”
“I need my class schedule, locker number, and a parking permit.”
She did some more typing, and the printer spooled up, printing something. She walked over and got the papers from the printer and walked over to a filing cabinet and pulled out a plastic card of some sort. “What kind of vehicle do you drive?” She asked.
“Um,” I held up my helmet, showing it to her; “I drive a motorcycle.”
“License plate number?”
“I just got it, so it’s a temp tag,” I told her.
She rolled her eyes and asked, “Any other vehicles?”
“Yes, Ma’am, a 2025 Jeep Gladiator.”
“Is it new too?” She asked in a smart-ass way.
“Yes, Ma’am, got it yesterday.”
She held up her hand with two red tags with gold lettering: “Don’t lose these, because replacements are ten dollars.” I went to take them from her, but she held them. “Make sure you display them from your rearview mirror while on school property. And the school isn’t responsible for any damage to your vehicles.”
“How do I do that from a motorcycle?” I asked, not getting an answer.
I looked around and could see a half-dozen women standing around watching what was going on. The lady hadn’t given me my class schedule or my locker number yet, so I was standing around waiting.
Suddenly, someone ran into me, pushing me forward a little. I turned around to see a girl on her butt, who was my age, trying to get up. I kneeled. “Here, let me help you,” I told her, offering my hand to her. She took my hand and pulled herself up. Man, she was beautiful, blonde, and tall. Our eyes met, and she had hazel eyes too. She reminded me of a young Lynda Carter in the face.
“Pris, are you okay?” The lady asked in a soft tone, and the girl nodded. “This is Pristine Lafer, and she’ll guide you around,” the lady said, giving Pris my paperwork.
“Hello, I’m Rudger Daniels, and I’m new here,” I told her.
She smiled, blushed, and then looked down; “This way,” she said in a soft voice.
“Lead the way.”
Pris took me to my locker first, letting me try the locker combination a few times. She walked right next to me, and at times she bumped me a little. She was as tall as Pure, and she was the same build as her too. My classes were all over hell and gone, so Pris showed me where all my classes were and then led me back to the office.
“Can I ask you a question?” She asked meekly.
“You just did,” I said, smiling at her.