Just a Touch of Voodoo
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 6
Jennifer and Mark Daniels: Parents of Rudger.
Rudger Aron Daniels: six-foot-eight-inch, handsome, two-hundred-fifty-pound, muscular, eighteen-year-old orphan.
Pure Léon: five-foot-eleven-inch, 38DD/28/36, beautiful, hazel-eyed, twenty-eight-year-old, French Creole guardian to Rudger.
Meadow (Nan) Léon: five-foot-eight-inches, 34DDD/28/38, beautiful, forty-six-year-old, French Creole Voodoo priestess, mother to Pure, protector of Rudger.
Lori and Lewis Hughes: Long-time friends and attorneys for Rudger’s parents, Rudger and Pure.
Pristine Lafer: five-foot-eleven-inch, 38DD/28/36, beautiful, eighteen-year-old, hazel-eyed, Lynda Carter lookalike, blonde, classmate.
Stephanie Wallace: School principal and friend to Pris.
Pur Llewellyn: five-foot-eleven-inch, 38DD/28/36, twenty-four-year-old, beautiful, hazel-eyed, redhead, car salesperson.
Nikki Blackwolf: five-foot-seven-inch, 34D/24/34, one-hundred-twelve-pound, beautiful, eighteen-year-old, fit, brown-eyed, Native American, wrench monkey and painter at Ratchet’s shop, classmate.
Robert (Ratchet) Warner: five-foot-seven-inch, two-hundred-pound, fifty-year-old owner/operator of Ratchet’s Cycle Repair & Sales.
Rose (Tynee) Dupree: six-foot-six-inch, brown-eyed, thirty-eight-year-old, built like an NFL linebacker, partner of Ratchet.
Ike Samules: five-foot-five-inch, one-hundred-eighty-plus-pound, one-percenter, who thinks he’s a badass; he’s more like a biker-gnome, who bought Pur’s motorcycle.
Sonja (Dove) Capshaw: a five-foot-nine-inch, 30EE/26/36, one-hundred-forty-pound, ice-blue-eyed, eighteen-year-old stripper who was with Ike, a classmate of Rudger.
Thomas (Ape) Elison: sixty-seven years old, friend to Rudger, and has power in the one-percenter bike club Ike is a member of.
Lorelie (Boo) Fujiwara: five-foot-seven-inch, 32DD/24/34, one-hundred-seventeen-pound, brown-eyed, Japanese heritage, Boo from M.I. looking, God-granddaughter to Thomas, classmate.
Everett Graham: Rich prick, classmate.
Jared Buckner: Mindless flunky of Everett Graham, classmate.
Blake Phyliss: Mindless flunky of Everett Graham, classmate.
The rights to the songs I reference in this story are owned by the artist, writer, record company, or whoever legally owns them, not me. And can be found on SoundCloud.
By the sound of the girls’ voices, they were excited. I went to get out of bed, and Pur pulled me tight against her, not letting me up. “Five more minutes,” she said, so I relented and stayed put, enjoying her body next to mine. It wasn’t long before the others made their way to the bedroom, and while Sonja stood in the doorway, everyone else got into bed with Pur and me.
“Guess what?” Niks asked me.
“What?”
“We registered Sonja at our school!” Niks said excitedly.
“Huh?” I replied.
“We ... registered ... Sonja ... at ... our ... school.” Pris said it slower, with a smirk on her face.
I held my hand out to Pris, and when she took it, I pulled her to me and began tickling her. The shrieks and laughter from Pris got the rest of the girls laughing. At Pris’s insistence that she was about to pee, I stopped tickling her. I looked up to see Nan standing next to Sonja in the doorway, both smiling. In that instance, the tables were turned on me; then I was pinned and tickled by the girls, with Nan and Sonja joining them. The onslaught didn’t end until I gave my full and unconditional surrender.
And just like that, they got up, leaving me alone in bed. “We have some shopping to do,” Pure said as they walked out of the room.
I needed to get a couple of things done: one was to get the bike Thomas gave me put in my name and insured. The other was to have a talk with Ratchet. The first was easy, so I opened my laptop and did it all online. I wanted to ride the new bike, but I didn’t want to wear full leathers and look like an idiot. So, I wore last year’s Halloween costume. I put on a black T-shirt, Harley Davidson leather boots, leather pants, and my leather jacket, hanging my Persol Ratti 58230 sunglasses from the collar of my T-shirt to finish the look.
On the way out to the garage, I stopped and listened to the quiet of the house, not being able to remember ever being alone like this in my life. Shaking off the feeling of ‘aloneness,’ I grabbed a half-helmet I had in the ‘Equipment’ room. I was dreading having to kick-start the bike, but it fired off on the first kick. I raised the garage door, put on my helmet, and rode out of the garage, closing the door behind me. It was bright enough that I had to wear my sunglasses.
The ride to Ratchet’s was a good one and seemed to take less time than normal, which was a good thing. If it had taken longer, I might have been too mad to talk reasonably with Ratchet. I stopped out front and got off my bike, leaving my helmet on the handlebars.
I was working hard not to come unwound, so I wouldn’t take Ratchet’s head off when I saw him. Tynee was sitting behind the counter looking at her phone, and she didn’t even pay me any mind when I walked in. “Hey,” I said, causing Tynee to look up.
“Hey,” she said back, her eyes wide and mouth open.
“Where’s Ratchet?”
Just then Ratchet walked in through the shop. “Hey, have you seen Ape? His bike’s out front,” he asked, not paying attention to me standing at the counter. He looked up in time to see me grabbing the front of his coveralls as I pinned him to the wall. “Listen, I kept Ike away from Cricket as long as I could!” Ratchet said with a trembling voice.
We were nose to nose; “Not entirely why I’m here, Ratchet,” I said with a growl. “I’m here because you sent that motherfucker to my house, to ... my ... house, Ratchet!” I said, bouncing him off the wall with each word. “Why?”
“I ... I ... I...”
“You what? Wanted him to come to my house and kick my ass, huh, Ratchet? Is that it? You wanted me to get my ass kicked? Answer me, Motherfucker!” I yelled, slamming him into the wall.
“That’s exactly why I did it!” Ratchet yelled.
“You were supposed to be my friend. That’s your bad for thinking you could fuck me over.” Then, I looked over at Tynee. “Pack a bag.” Tynee got up and left the room without saying a word.
“What are you doing?” Ratchet asked.
“You sent that fucker to my house hoping he would kick my ass and take my ladies, so I’m taking yours. Oh, and Nikki’s mine now too, so don’t think about trying anything, Ratchet, or I’ll burn your world down. Nikki, my other ladies, and now Tynee, they’re my peace and happiness, and a man will do a lot to protect his peace and happiness, Robert.”
Scooter walked in and heard what I told Ratchet. “Nope, not my fucking circus,” he said, turning around and walking right back out.
“Anything? Anything at all?” I asked. Ratchet just glowered at me. I could see the anger in his eyes, but then, the anger in his eyes was replaced by fear when he saw the calm in mine.
Tynee came back with a backpack over her shoulder and dressed as I was, all leather boots, jacket, and pants, with a black T-shirt; her sunglasses were hanging from the collar. “Get your bike,” I told her.
Then I let go of Ratchet and went to get on my bike. Tynee’s bike was a 1958 Duo-Glide Sport Solo and was painted by Niks without a doubt. The tank was a beautiful rosebush, with red roses in full bloom. It was so realistic that it looked like you could pick a rose from the tank. “Follow me,” I told her when I pulled alongside her. I was going to find the others at the mall and fill them in on what was going on.
It wasn’t hard to find the Barbie pink Jeep in the parking lot. Tynee and I parked by the door in the designated motorcycle parking area and went inside, taking our helmets with us. The girls weren’t hard to find either, because they were the ones with a horde of teen boys and even some grown men following them around. I let out a whistle that Nan had taught me, which instantly stopped her in her tracks, as well as stopping the girls in theirs.
When we got up to the girls, I saw the reason they had such a large horde following them. They’d bought matching outfits: black leather shorts, black leather biker boots, and Gothic strapless lace-up black leather bustiers.
Unbeknownst to the girls, four sets of eyes were watching them from the nearby food court. The girls to whom the eyes belonged were not happy about the group and didn’t understand why their chants weren’t working on them. They were ready to confront the group until a tall, muscular woman and a tall, muscular, cute guy walked up to them. Furthering the four’s anger, the cute guy kissed everyone in the group.
“Wow, y’all look smokin’ hot!” I told the group and got a kiss from each of them.
Without hesitation, Pris, Sonja, and Niks took Tynee by the hand and led her away. I walked over and sat next to Nan, who had taken a seat on a bench. Pure and Pur joined us; “Why is Tynee with you?” Pure asked.
“Let’s wait until Niks and them get back,” I told her, so we sat and waited.
Nan patted my leg and just smiled at me; “You look beautiful too,” I told Nan, lightly bumping her with my arm.
The planter behind us was just high enough to lean my head back on, but it hurt like hell to do so. I solved the problem by putting my helmet on, and then leaning back, I closed my eyes and drifted off. I woke up to Tynee in my face, and for the first time I looked at her—I mean, really looked at her. She was beautiful, with her chestnut brown hair in Mary Pickford curls, cut right out of the twenties, and her brown eyes were enchanting. She stood up, stepped back, and damn!
Tynee was wearing the same thing as the rest of the ladies and was not fat at all; in fact, she was on the other side of that. She was built and nowhere near three hundred pounds, two tops. I had never seen her in anything other than loose-fitting, unflattering clothes.
Her shoulders and arms were sculpted to perfection, and for as muscular as she was, she still had nice tits, which made me think if she wasn’t so muscular, they’d be triple Ds. Then she gave me a twirl, as if reading my mind, and her ass made me want to bite it.
Her legs, though—Jesus Christ, they were thick and defined. She could win a Miss Fitness contest easily, and I knew now why Niks is built the way she is.
I couldn’t help myself, so I got up and walked over to her and kissed her. I was expecting her to lay me out, not the soft moan she let out. Nan came over, patted me on the ass, and asked, “You were about to explain something to us.”
“I think I’ll let Tynee tell this one.”
“Rose, call me Rose, please?” She asked.
Nan smiled and gestured for her to continue. “Robert sent Ike to your house so he would beat Rudger up and take a couple of you away from him,” she said with tears in her eyes.
“Why, why would he do that?” Niks asked.
“I think he was jealous of Rudger. When he first came into the shop, Robert thought he would be an easy mark, but Rudger flipped the script on him and paid below cost. That made Robert even angrier, and that day, I also felt something, and Robert saw it.”
“What did you feel?” Pur asked, knowing it was what she felt when she met me.
“Desire,” is all Rose said.
I was not expecting that either. “So, our kiss the other day?” I asked.
“Seeing if the feeling was real.”
“And?” Niks asked.
“It is very real,” Rose said, looking at the others with apprehension.
Niks and the rest of the girls hugged her, while Nan hugged her after the others moved away. “We need to go to the shop and get our things,” Niks told Rose.
“I agree,” Rose replied.
Everyone turned to look at me; “Okay, let’s go then.” I told them.
“We need to go to the house and drop off your bikes and take the Rover,” said Niks.
“Why?” I asked.
“We have more than one bike,” Niks said, pointing to Rose.
“Oh, well, that makes sense then,” I told her.
I let the girls walk in front of me, because who wouldn’t, while Nan walked next to me, holding onto my arm. I noticed that Pure, Pris, Pur, and Niks all had a Milokan like mine, below their necks, dead center of their backs, just above their shoulder blades. Occasionally, their Milokan looked like it would flicker. I noticed how the girls arranged themselves: Niks was at the ten o’clock position, with Pris at the two, Pur was at the four, and Pure was at the seven, with Rose and Sonja in the middle carrying the bags.
I was expecting a moronic someone to be sitting on one of our bikes, but thankfully he wasn’t. When we got home, the girls changed into clothes that were better suited for riding.
Sonja was also dressed to ride, and she could see the look of confusion. “I have my ‘M’ license. One of my fosters had a restaurant, and I made deliveries for them. I drove a 1970 Honda CB200, and yes, I did the safety course,” she said with a shrug.
“All righty then,” I told her with a smile.
We hooked the trailer up to the Rover, loaded up, and headed to the shop. The only lights on were the big magnesium lights outside the shop door and entrance. As we got out, we could hear music coming from the shop, and it was loud. Rose let us in, and we walked to the shop, but then she turned and walked out immediately, with Niks hot on her heels.
I walked over to the stereo and turned it off; “What the fuck...” Ratchet yelled. He was all bravado until I started walking over to him, then he was tripping over everything behind him. As I walked past the seventy-something lot lizard-looking skank that had been tongue wrestling with Ratchet and told her, “I’d leave if I were you.”
“Why would I do that?” The hag asked.
“She can stay, because I’m leaving when Niks and I get our things,” Rose said from the office doorway.
“Who was that?” The hag asked.
“Was his old lady,” I told the hag.
“What do you mean, ‘was’?” She asked.
“Was, as in not anymore, and who might you be?” I said to the hag, with her fake tan and skin that looked like wrinkled, sun-weathered leather, and lips smeared with red lipstick.
“I’m Lolli, as in Lollipop,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Really, Ratchet? You were alone for three fucking hours, and you call a hooker?” I asked Ratchet.
“I’m not a hooker! I’m a call girl!”
“What’d he call you on, a telegraph? You’re a hooker,” I said to her, shutting her up.
I heard the bay door roll up behind me, then one at a time the girls rolled out a bike. The Hayabusa caught my eye for a second, while the next bike made my heart skip a beat. It was a first-run Harley. Only thirty-eight of them were made, and one was right in front of me. Niks came back with Rose, and they had a bike on a dolly that was in the process of being rebuilt. After all the bikes were out of the shop, the door was rolled back down.
Rose came back and walked over to Ratchet; “Phone,” is all she said to him.
“Why?” He asked.
“Robert, give me my fucking phone!”
“Why?” He asked again.
I’ll give it back when I’m done. Now give me my phone, Robert!”
Ratchet gave her the phone, and she transferred the information she wanted from the phone to her new one. Then she texted a few numbers, letting them know this was her new number and not to call the other number anymore. She erased what was her information and pictures, then gave the phone back. I pulled my phone out, and sure enough, I had two texts from ‘unknown’ numbers, which I added while I stood there.
“He’s all yours, Honey,” Rose told the hooker as she walked past her and over to me.
When she got to me, she kissed me, and in the process of kissing me, she grabbed a handful of my crotch. A little squeak came from her as I opened my eyes to see her eyes wide with shock. I smiled inwardly and pulled her to me tightly, with my hand on her ass, as we continued to kiss. I searched my conscience for any regret or remorse about taking Rose from Ratchet and found none.
We broke the kiss, and Rose said, “Come on, Lover, you have property to claim,” and led me out of the shop by the hand.
When we got outside, Pure, Pure, Pur, and Nan were talking to Thomas. Pris, Niks, and Sonja were talking to whom I presumed was Thomas’s granddaughter, Lorelei, who was the same height and build as Niks. Lorelei looked up and started walking over to me and Rose, and when she got to me, I could see that she had strikingly beautiful Asian features. She punched me in the chest, catching me off guard.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“That’s for making me ride Ike’s bike,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me, trying, but failing, to look menacing in her pigtails. Imagine an eighteen-year-old Boo from M.I., and I couldn’t help but laugh at the image.
“What?” She asked, trying again to look fierce, which made things worse.
“Boo, the image of Boo popped into my head when you made that face,” I told her, trying my best not to laugh.
That’s when she hit me in the xiphisternum, knocking the wind out of me. It was her turn to laugh at me; then she took my sunglasses and put them on. “These will do as payment for both your transgressions,” she said, then walked back to the others.
I raised my hand and tried to speak, but couldn’t, so I stood there trying to catch my breath as she walked away. After I had caught my breath, I walked over to Thomas, who was laughing his ass off. “Fuck, she can hit hard!” I told him, rubbing my chest where she’d hit me. “So, is she this rough on her brother?” I asked.
“She was,” Thomas replied.
“Was?”
“He died three years ago in Afghanistan.”
“Shit, man, I’m sorry.”
“Think nothing of it,” he told me.
“Army?”
“Marines, he joined as soon as he was eighteen. He wanted to make a better life for Lorelei.”
“And their parents?” I asked.
“Died when Finn was fifteen and Lorelei was twelve.”
“How’d they die?” I asked Thomas.
“They died when a drunk driver hit their car, splitting it in two. Finn and Lorelei were in the backseat asleep and were unharmed; then Katie and Koshi died a few days later. I had been named in their will as guardian to Finn and Lorelei, so now she just has me,” he told me.
“How’d you meet?”
“On my way to the casino, my bike began overheating, causing me to pull over at the first available location. It just so happened that it was Koshi’s small engine repair shop. He scared the shit out of me when he asked me if I needed help because I hadn’t heard him walk up behind me. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself to me. “Koshi Fujiwara,” he told me. I took his hand and introduced myself, then asked if he knew of any shops that could help with my bike. “Yes,” he told me and pointed to the sign on the building, “Fujiwara Small Engine Repair.” I felt like an idiot, so I pushed my bike where he had directed me to push it, and he got to work. Katie kept us in refreshments and eventually invited me to stay the night because it was getting late and my bike wasn’t fixed yet. Katie cooked a wonderful dinner and then got the couch ready for me to sleep on. Turned out Koshi could fix anything, and the next day Koshi finished my bike, the one that’s now yours, as a matter of fact. I gave him a grand for all he and Katie had done for me, and every time I made a casino run, I stopped in and stayed a day or so with them. Over the years our friendship grew.”