Just a Touch of Voodoo
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 3
Waking up before my two fair ladies, I got out of bed as gently as I could. I showered and dressed for the day while they slept, letting my nose guide me to the kitchen on the smell of Nan’s wonderful cooking. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon were for breakfast today. The coffee Nan gave me made it feel like my heart grew ten times its size and then went back to normal when I took my first sip of it. It wasn’t bitter or all that strong to me anymore.
Pure was next to come in, looking like she had just gotten out of bed, but she was adorable. Pris came in speaking so fast that I couldn’t understand her, so Nan walked over to her and pulled her into a hug that seemed to calm her down; “I can’t find my mom’s picture and jewelry! I must have left them at my dad’s place when we got my things,” she said through tears.
“We’ll just go back and get them, because it’s only seven in the morning, so I doubt he’s up,” I told her.
“What if he did something last night, though?”
“We can go right now if you want to.”
“Please,” she said through tears.
Nan cut off the stove and went to her room to change out of her nightgown, while Pure and Pris went and changed as well. We took Pris’s Jeep, and I was surprised that she drove better than I thought she would. I had them wait while I checked to see if it was safe or not; I would rather be the one who was hurt than one of them. The door was unlocked, and Pris’s dad was passed out in the same chair as last time, so I motioned for them to join me, and they did.
Pris went straight to her room with Pure on her heels, while Nan and I stayed in the living room, just in case. I had looked down the hall, and the next thing I know, I’m being hit; it wasn’t hard, and it didn’t hurt at all. Nan had walked over and was going through the cabinets and refrigerator, like I had. I couldn’t blame him, because I would’ve punched me too. However, I wasn’t about to let him hit me again, which he was about to do, as I caught his arm and pinned him against the wall.
Pris came out of her room and into the living room mad as hell. “What’d you do with them?” She screamed at her dad.
“What ... ever ... I ... damn ... well ... please...” was his slurred answer.
“Where are they?” She screamed again.
“Listen ... you ... little ... Cuncacgh...”
My hand made it to his throat before he could finish saying what he was about to; “You don’t want to finish that sentence,” I told him with my face so close to his face I could feel his eyelashes on my cheek when he blinked.
“In ... in ... in ... my front right pocket,” he said as I growled in his ear and tightened my hand around his throat.
Nan walked over to check his pocket; “Yuck, he’s pissed himself,” she said as she went through his pockets.
Nan pulled out two rings and a knotted-up necklace, which was otherwise undamaged. Pris had her mom’s picture in her hands, and now she had her jewelry, so we left and went back home. The rest of the day was me by myself, because the ladies had gone clothes shopping, and I wasn’t getting conned into being the pack mule.
I made a few calls and got my spare bike picked up. Scooter was the one who picked it up and gave me a funny look when I told him to paint it the same color as Pris’s Jeep, which was Barbie pink, and that I wanted Pris’s name and the trim in black.
I asked Scooter to pull another H2R and to have Ratchet paint it black with Pure’s name and the trim in Barbie pink; I just had a feeling. I ordered the same helmet I had for them: Pris’s helmet Barbie pink, with her name and the trim in black, and Pure’s helmet black, with the trim and her name in Barbie pink. The rest of the riding gear followed the same pattern. I would have Ratchet put their names on my bike under my initials in Barbie pink, and I got the last two available spots for the riding class. The bikes should be done before school starts, and the riding class is in four days, so I had all the gear overnighted.
The girls texted me and told me to fend for myself, since they were going to be home late. So, when I got done getting the girls’ names stenciled on my bike, under my initials, I went in search of food. Noticing a small roadside diner up ahead, I stopped to check it out. I walked in, pulled my helmet off, and was greeted by a voice I recognized. “Rudger?” I turned to see Pur sitting in a booth a few feet away from me.
“Of all the diners in all the towns in the world, I walk into yours,” I told her, in my best Bogart accent.
“So, what brings you here?” She asked.
“Fate,” I told her.
“Why fate?”
“I was just out looking for a place to eat, and fate put me here with you.”
“Oh,” she said with a tilt of her head.
“Do you eat here often?” I asked.
“Well, no, I don’t.”
“See, fate, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision that I stopped to eat here, and yet you’re here when I stop to get something to eat.”
“I guess you can call it that, if you want to. Care to join me?”
“Only if you let me pay,” I told her.
“Sure, why not?”
“What’s good here?” I asked, sitting down.
“I’ve only had their burgers, and they are outstanding.”
“Burgers it is.”
We ordered and waited for our food to come out. Pur had questions, and I could see it on her face. “You have questions; I can see it on your face, so ask. I won’t bite your head off, I promise.”
“Okay, Pure, who is she to you?” She asked.
“That’s easy; she’s everything to me.”
“Oh,” Pur said with a defeated look.
“Let me explain,” I told her.
“Can you?”
“I was five when I met Pure, she was fifteen. My parents hired her as my babysitter, and we hit it off. When I was eight, my parents were in a car accident that killed them, and they, for reasons only known to them, made Pure my guardian. She never once tried to get out of taking care of me, so, at eighteen, she took on the responsibility of raising a kid she didn’t have to. That’s why when you ask what she is to me, I’ll always say she is everything to me. She and Nan are all I have in this world,” I told her.
“And Pris?”
“Again, fate.”
“How so?” She asked.
“Well, I went to school to get my schedule and locker assignment, and she literally ran into me, as in, she ran into me and fell on her ass.” Pur was laughing now, which made me happy. “We joked about me having to wear a helmet, and one thing led to another, and she asked if I could give her a ride. But as you can see, it’s not a two-seater, so I told her that, and the look on her face broke my heart, and I gave her a ride. It looked as if it was going to rain, so I asked if she had a ride home, but she didn’t. She was going to walk home, and, as it turned out, her house was seven miles from the school. I couldn’t let her walk home, so I went and got my Jeep and gave her a ride home.”
I had to still myself before I continued, “When we got to her house, I could see that it was run down but clean. Her dad was passed out drunk in a chair, with beer cans and liquor bottles all around him. I looked in the refrigerator, and there was no food whatsoever, only beer and liquor. I had her pack everything she wanted to take and took her to my house. Pure and Nan loved her from the first time they saw her.”
“Wow,” was all she could say.
“The rest you know,” I told her.
“So, you just bought her a car for...?”
“She needed a car, and if that Jeep makes her happy, I was willing to give that happiness to her.”
“Wow, just wow. Is she staying with you now?”
“She is, and I won’t make her go back to her father’s house or stay anywhere that isn’t safe for her,” I told her.
Pur’s face went pale, and she said, “I don’t fucking believe it!”
I turned to look at what she was looking at, and who was standing there? Pure, Pris, and Nan, so I got up, walked over to them, and brought them over to Pur’s booth. They sat at the booth, and I went and found a chair. Nan sat on Pur’s side, while Pure and Pris shared the other side. Pur looked at me, face as white as a ghost; “Fate,” Pur said with a shiver.
“I don’t like these kinds of places. Why don’t we go home and let me cook us a proper meal?” Nan said.
“Why’d you stop then?” Pur asked.
“Oh, we got done shopping early, and I wanted a milkshake and saw the sign.” Pris told her.
“So, y’all didn’t know Rudger was here?”
“Nope, we sure didn’t,” Pris answered.
We all got up, Nan pulled Pur up, and they walked outside while I paid our bill for Pris’s shake and the food Pur and I didn’t eat and left the tip. Pur followed in her ‘68 Ford Mustang GT500, and I followed Pur. The girls had got a lot of clothes; Pris needed them too. Not all were for Pris, though; some were for me, but I didn’t feel I needed any new clothes, to be honest. Hoodies, long-sleeved dress shirts, and some printed Ts were mostly what they had gotten for me. They also got me a new bottle of my favorite cologne, which Pure and Nan seemed to love the smell of.
We sat at the table while Nan cooked, and a while later, Nan asked me, “Can you help me cook?” so I got up and did as she asked. When I turned around, Pur, Pris, and Pure weren’t at the table; “Wonder where they went?” I asked, but Nan didn’t say anything; instead, she only smiled.
Pure came in a short time later wearing one of my white, long-sleeved dress shirts, with the top three buttons undone, and her hair in a loose bun. Pris followed, wearing a dark green hoodie of mine, with her hair in a loose bun and wearing her glasses. My mouth fell open when Pur walked in wearing one of my T-shirts, which said, “Contents under pressure,” with her hair in a loose bun and all smelling of my cologne.
“Mmmm” was all the noise I could make.
Side by side, they sat at the table and talked in hushed tones. Nan, all the while, had a ‘shit-eating’ grin on her face. She excused herself and left me to tend to the cooking, but when Nan returned, she looked over the food to make sure I hadn’t screwed it up, which I hadn’t, according to her smile and praise. “Go shower,” she told me.
Never one to argue with Nan, I did as I was told. In the bedroom, a new circle had been added to the others, all intersecting with the others. Showering as fast as I could and getting clean, I hurried through my shower.
I put on the clothes that had been laid out for me—the sweatpants and muscle shirt I hadn’t seen on the bed when I walked into the bedroom. There was a charge in the air when I walked back into the kitchen, almost like when lightning was about to strike, and it had the hair on my arms standing on end.
All the women at the table were watching me as I walked to the table and sat down. The hunger that showed in their eyes wasn’t for the food that was being prepared; no, it was directed at me. So, I returned their gaze with one of my own.
Time and sound all seemed to disappear as we stared at each other. That was until Nan placed the food on the table, calling us back to reality. Over dinner I told Pris and Pure about the riding class, and both were happy. Pur eyes lit up; “Y’all are going to ride too?” Her question was aimed at Pure and Pris.
Pris excitedly said, “Yes!”
“I will give it a go,” was Pure’s answer.
“Oh my God,” I have my ‘E’ endorsement, but when my parents died, I had to sell my bike to help pay for their funeral costs.
Happiness, right? It’s all about their happiness; “What kind of bike did you have?” I asked, knowing that I would buy her what she wanted.
“It was a ‘42 Harley Flathead Bobber that Dad and I rebuilt together.”
“Is that what you want, a custom Quinn?” I asked.
“Only if it was that one, because I like the speed of a crotch rocket.”
“Do you remember who you sold it to?”
“Some guy named Ike Samuels, out of Texas. He’s a sawed-off little fucker, and he kept trying to get me to ride ‘bitch’ with him. He was patched, and I didn’t want that lifestyle.”
“Do you remember what club he rode with?” I asked.
“Uhhhh, ‘Carsacks,’ or something like that,” she explained.
“Cossacks? Was it the Cossacks?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s them.”
“Why not sell the Shelby?” I asked to move on.
“Dad rebuilt it before I was born, and it was either the bike or the car, and you can only ride so much.”
“Yep, that’s true, so no other family?”
“My parents were only children, and I’m an only child. My grandparents died shortly after Mom and Dad had, so it’s just me now.”
We went back to eating; “So, what kind of bike would you want?” I asked.
“Yours,” she said with a smile.
“Just like mine, or a different color?”
“I would love for it to match my car.”
Her car was pearl, candy black, or cherry red, with pearl black racing stripes. They were awesome colors, but I didn’t know if Ratchet could match the car’s colors. I stepped away from the table, went out to the garage, and made a call to Ratchet.
“Hey, Ratchet, I need another H2R, painted pearl candy black cherry red, with pearl black trim.” I asked.
“Fuck, you’re not asking much, are you? That’ll be the last one I have,” he said back.
I took some pics of Pur’s car and sent them to him; “Can you match these colors?”
“When?” is all he asked.
“How fast can you do it?” I asked.
“Four days if the money’s right.”
“Hundred seventy K for all of it, that work?”
“Four days it is,” he replied.
“One more thing?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever heard of a guy named Ike Samuels? He runs with the Cossacks out of Texas,” I asked.
“I know Stilts, why?”
“Stilts?” I asked.
“He needs stilts to hold his bike up when he stops,” he said with a laugh.
“Can you have him call me?” I asked while laughing my ass off.
“Why?” He asked again.
“He bought a ‘42 Flathead Bobber a few years back from a friend, and I want to buy it back from him,” I said, still laughing.
“I can do that. Anything else? Screw my old lady, maybe?” he said with a laugh.
“Tynee’s too much woman for me, you know that.” Tynee was six-six and around three hundred pounds, built like an NFL linebacker, so a lot of woman, and not one I wanted anything to do with.
“She is a lot of woman,” Ratchet said in a low voice.
“Cash should be in your account by morning,” I told him and ended the call.
I jumped when Pure wrapped her arms around me; “What ‘cha doin’?” she asked.
“Talking to Ratchet.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” I said and pointed to where my other bike had been. “Ratchet is painting it Barbie pink for Pris.”
“That all?” She asked.
“For now.”
“Come, let’s go back inside,” she said, as she took my hand in hers, pulling me with her.
The house was quiet as she led me through it and up the stairs. In the bedroom, Pris was in the same circle she had stood in the night before, while Pur stood in the new circle. Pure let go of my hand, stripped naked, and stood in her circle. I, of course, got naked and stood where I always stood in the circles. Then, Nan did her thing, and I filled the jar so that Pur was covered from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Nan brought out a bigger jar of the white liquid and pricked all our fingers, putting a drop of blood from each of us in the jar, and then stirred it until it was clear. Pure drank her quarter first, then Pris drank hers, then Pure drank hers, and I finished the jar as Nan packed her things and left the room.
Pur took me by the hand and led me to our bed, while Pris and Pure got into bed and kneeled at the head of the bed. They had me lie with my head on Pure’s left thigh and on Pris’s right thigh, then Pur straddled my waist and took me into her hand. I could feel her shaking as she held eye contact with me and put me inside her. She was hot and wet, but what I wasn’t expecting was for her to be a virgin. She pushed down, giving me her purity, just like Pure and Pris had.
She wasn’t as enthusiastic as Pris had been, but she was energetic and more deliberate in her motions. Pur did less rocking of her hips and more rising and falling; each of my ladies was a perfect fit for me. I held her hips and met her with thrusts of my own.
There was a serene look in her eyes, as she had found peace in me, in us. Tears of happiness began to flow from her eyes, which got mine, Pure’s, and Pris’s tears also flowing. Pur screamed out when her first orgasm struck, and she bucked her hips harder and faster than Pris had.