Just a Touch of Voodoo
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 5
We got up early and loaded my Jeep. Niks had suggested we take some tools and extra gas in the trailer just in case, and we all agreed that it would be a good idea. With the Jeep loaded and ready, Pris, Niks, and I went to the school, seeing how we didn’t do it yesterday. We followed Pris to the office, where she was greeted warmly. “Hi Pris, where have you been?” The lady who had waited on me asked.
“Well, Steph, I moved and just got settled in.”
“You moved?” Stephanie Wallace, the school principal, asked.
“Yes, Ma’am, I moved in with him,” Pris said, pointing at me. I gave a wave and got a scowl back.
“He also paid my tuition, so you can give my scholarship to somebody else who deserves it,” she said as she handed over the change of address forms. “I also need a couple of parking permits.”
“You have a car?” Steph asked.
“I have a car and a bike,” Pris said with a smile.
“I can see what you’re wearing, what all of you are wearing.”
“We’re going to ride to Galveston for the last few days of summer break,” Pris told Steph.
“Who are you?” Steph asked, pointing to Niks, as she gave the permits to Pris.
“I’m Nikki Blackwolf, and I’m here to get my class schedule and parking permit,” Niks told her.
Nikki gave Steph her documents and waited. Steph looked at the address on Niks’s paperwork and could see that Niks was also living with me. “You, follow me,” Steph said, pointing at me, so I got up and followed her down the hallway to her office, where she shut the door behind us. I took out my phone and started recording before she turned around.
“Sit,” she said, pointing to the chair in front of her desk. I sat holding my phone in my lap, with the camera facing Steph.
“Are you sleeping with them?” She asked.
“Um, that’s a very inappropriate question, and it’s none of your business,” I told her.
“Well, are you?” she asked again.
“Again, none of your business and inappropriate,” I told her.
“We all think Pris is a wonderful young lady and only want the best for her,” she explained.
“She is wonderful, and she is in control of what happens,” I replied.
“I hope so; otherwise, there will be some very pissed-off ladies here at the school.”
“Then you’ll need to keep Everett Graham in check. Because if I’m right, he’ll be the one causing trouble this year,” I said, walking out of the office.
Pris and Niks were waiting for us when we walked back into the front office. “Everything okay?” Pris asked.
“All is okay,” I told her.
Pris took Steph by the hand and said, “Come on, I want to show you, my bike!” and led her out of the office.
Everyone in the office followed her outside. Pris was all smiles as she showed off her bike. “Pink?” one of the other ladies asked. Pris nodded and got on her bike and started it. The ladies gathered around and talked to Pris for a bit.
An older man was over at Niks’s bike looking at it when he stood and asked, “Whose bike is this?” pointing at Niks’s bike.
“Mine,” Niks told him.
“Who did the paint job?” He asked her.
“I did,” she replied.
“Are you in art?” He asked.
“No, I’m going for engineering.”
“I’m Mr. Guthry, and I teach art; can I by chance get you to take art this year?”
“My class schedule is full,” she told him.
“Shame, because you have genuine talent.”
We needed to get back home so we could start our trip to Galveston. Pris got hugs from the ladies, and we made our way home. Pris was chatting our ears off as we rode home. When we got back, the girls made a dash to the bathroom before we hit the road. I could hear a rumble, and it was getting closer; soon, about ten or twelve bikes pulled into the driveway, followed by a truck pulling a trailer. On the trailer was Pur’s Bobber. Pur looked over at me and started crying.
I walked over and looked at her bike, and it was a masterpiece. It was painted in the colors of her car, so there was no mistaking that it was her bike. I pulled out my phone and loaded my baking app. Ike too was hard to mistake, as he was five-five, a hundred eighty-plus pounds, bald, with a long-braided beard that hung over his fat belly. He was riding on a chopper that had high handlebars (Ape hangers). I walked over to Ike and asked, “Where do I send the money?” Ike gave me the information, and I sent the money, plus a little extra; Pur was worth it.
Once the transfer was complete, I unloaded Pur’s bike from the trailer and then moved the bike over to her, “Wanna take it instead?” I asked her.
“No, I need to make sure it’s roadworthy first,” but she walked beside me as I pushed the bike to the garage.
I heard Pris yell, “Hey,” so I turned around to see what was going on. What I saw made the anger in me explode, threatening to ignite my soul in flames. Ike had Niks and Pris’s asses in his hands and was giving them a squeeze. I took off my jacket as I walked over to them, and as I called Thomas, I said, “I’m about to kill this little motherfucker.”
Conversation between the biker and Thomas:
“Who’s this?” The biker asked.
“Ape, who’s this?” Thomas replied.
“Reaper,” the biker answered.
“What’s going on?” Thomas asked.
“Some big-ass kid has Ike by the beard with his fingers up his nose.”
“Fuck, what’d Ike do?”
“What Ike always does—he started getting handsy with a couple of broads that were here.”
“Those ‘broads’ are his women!”
“All of them?”
“Yes, ALL ... of them. This is what’s going to happen; Ike is on his own, no one helps that chode, understand me!”
“Understood, the boy’s got class; he had one of his women take Ike’s ‘cut’ off and hang it on his bike.”
“That’s my boy for ya, so whatever Ike gets, he deserves,” Thomas told Reaper.
The line went silent on Thomas’s end, and then a loud whistle could be heard by Thomas.
“He’s on his own,” Reaper told Thomas.
“Video call me so I can watch this shit; it ought to be good.”
“Ape, I think the boy aims to kill Ike!”
“Video call me and then take the phone to Rudger.”
“Rudger?” Reaper asked.
“Yeah, the big ‘silverback’ motherfucker, about to whip Ike’s ass.”
The girls moved out of the way as I bent down and pulled Ike close to my face. “Messing with another man’s women is bad, Joo-Joo, and you know it,” I said in a growl.
“Niks, come over here and take his vest off him,” I told her. She took his vest off and hung it from the handlebars of his motorcycle.
“We’re going to stomp your ass, boy!” Ike said, sounding stopped up.
A loud-ass whistle sounded, and the biker I handed my phone to yelled, “He’s on his own, Ape’s orders.” All the other bikers formed a circle around us and watched. Ike’s eyes got big at the announcement.
“Looks like it’s just me and you, Buttercup!” I told him with a gleam in my eyes and a smirk forming on my lips.
“Fuck you!” Ike said defiantly.
“I’ll pass on that, biker gnome.”
The biker I handed my phone to walked up and put my phone in my face.
“Rudger,” Thomas greeted.
“Hey, Thomas.”
“What’s your plans with Ike?” Thomas asked.
Nan came over with a look on her face that made my blood run cold. “I’m not the one he has to worry about,” I told Thomas.
“Reaper, who’s his old lady?” Thomas asked.
“Dove,” Reaper replied.
“Dove? Is she his new old lady?” Thomas asked.
“Yeah, she just started working at Garters and Lace. He picked her up from there,” Reaper told him.
“Call her over,” Thomas told Reaper.
Reaper called Dove, the BIG-chested, long-legged girl with green, blue, and pink highlights in her raven-black hair, who was still sitting on Ike’s bike, over to us.
“Dove?” asked Thomas when she got over to us.
“Sonja,” she replied.
“Sonja, how’d you get hooked up with this Chode?” Thomas asked.
“He just told me I was with him.”
“I see, and how long have you been with him?”
“A few days,” she replied.
“Do you want to be with him?”
“Hell, no!”
She looked over at me with a look that reminded me of how Niks looked at me when we first met. Thomas picked up on the way she looked at me. “You want to be with Rudger?” he asked.
“What woman wouldn’t?”
“Rudger?” Thomas asked.
“Not my decision, Thomas. That would be up to the rest of my ladies,” I told him.
Before I knew it, Niks had Sonja by the hand and was leading her away towards my other ladies. Nan was saying something under her breath that I couldn’t understand, and the air grew cold around us. “Ike, this boy’s free to do whatever he wants to you, short of killing you,” Thomas told Ike.
“Now, Rudger, you can have his ‘cut,’ frame it and hang it up, or burn it; I don’t care. You can have his bike too.”
“What the fuck, Ape?” Ike yelled.
“Ike, I’m done with your shit. You’re a shit stain on the club,” he told Ike.
Then he said, “When Rudger is done with him, you know what needs to be done, Reaper.”
“I do,” Reaper replied.
“Good, I’ll settle this with the others,” Thomas told Reaper. Reaper walked away, leaving Ike in my hands, or hand rather.
“The only thing keeping me from breaking all your bones is you singing ‘I’m a Little Teapot,’” I told Ike.
“I ain’t singing that stupid shit!” Ike replied.
Nan touched my arm and walked away. It took a while longer for the laughter from the bikers to die down, and when it did, I gave Ike a rib shot with my free hand. His legs buckled, and that put more pressure on his nose, causing him to get back on his tiptoes instantly. I waited for a few seconds to see if he was going to sing or not, and when he didn’t, I gave him another rib shot. I’d have to give the asshole credit, though; he was a stubborn one; it took seven rib shots before he started singing.
“I’m a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, and here is my spout. When I get all steamed up, just tip me over and pour me out. I’m a clever teapot, yes, it’s true; here, let me show you. I can change my handle and my spout; just tip me over and pour me out,” he sang.
“Good little teapot,” I told him and handed him over to Reaper, who put him in the backseat of their truck. The bikers left shortly after Reaper gave me my phone back. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the bike, so I called Thomas back.
“Son, how the fuck did you come up with ‘I’m a Little Teapot’?” Thomas asked as soon as he answered the call.
“I don’t know; it just popped into my head,” I told him.
“Well, that was some funny shit, so what can I do ya for now?”
“Wanna buy a bike? I don’t like the handlebars, and it’s a little small for me.”
“I can bring over Lorelei and pick it up.”
“Lorelei?” I asked.
“My god-granddaughter, she was the one in the class with us.”
“We’re about to leave for Galveston, but I can give you the gate code,” I told him.
“That works for me. I need to make a call to the school, then we’ll head over and pick it up.”
“Sweet,” I told him, and gave him the gate code.
I turned to go inside and was met by the ladies, Sonja included. She was wearing pink denim shorts with one of my T-shirts that fit tightly across her chest, and for the time we were going to be there, we didn’t have a check-in time. The girls loved the route I selected to Galveston, and they handled the windy roads as if they had been riding for a long time.
We made it to our rental around eight, as the girls wanted to stop and picnic at a roadside park we passed on our way, which set us back a little. We were all hungry again when we got our stuff up to the house and in its place. It was nine when we finished showering, but there were a few restaurants within walking distance, so we opted to walk.
The air was warm and smelled like the ocean. Sonja was placed next to me as we walked. I noticed she was around five-nine, and she had to weigh a hundred and forty pounds. If I had to guess, thirty-five pounds of that was boobs and ass. Most of the locally owned restaurants were closed by the time we got to them, so we settled for a chain restaurant. It was a little after midnight by the time we got back to the rental, and I was relegated to the smallest bedroom on the first floor, while the girls took the big room upstairs. Nan had her own room just down the hall from the girls.
I showered, threw on some board shorts, and got in bed. The bed moved and woke me up; “Too much estrogen in there,” Niks said as her body molded to mine. A knock at the door roused me from my sleep, and as I cracked an eye, I saw Pris standing with her head just inside the door. “Breakfast is ready,” she said, smiling.
When I moved to get out of bed, Niks growled at me, so I growled back. Niks’s eyes popped open, and she kissed me. When I sat up, I could see that the T-shirt of mine she was wearing had rolled up and was under her armpits, exposing her gloriously naked body for me to marvel at.
“Come on, sleepyhead, let’s go eat,” I told her, getting out of bed.
Not bothering to put on a shirt, I went to the kitchen. When I walked in, Sonja’s fork froze halfway to her mouth, and she watched me walk over to Nan. “Mornin’, beautiful,” I told Nan and kissed her forehead.
“Mornin’, sweet boy,” Nan replied and handed me my plate of food.
“Jesus Christ!” Sonja said loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Nope, just Rudger,” Niks said as she walked into the kitchen wearing blue-jean shorts that were short enough to see her ass cheeks, with the top button undone, and a bright yellow bikini top, going over to Nan to get her plate of food. Niks sat between me and Pris at the table, as Sonja finally put the bite of food that was on her fork in her mouth and blushed heavily.
Everyone ate in silence for a while. “So, what’s your story, Sonja?” I asked.