Page 27 of Two For One

We had the entire club decorated by the time the afternoon shift rolled in and I was ready to go home and work on my witchy shop. I was a little behind with my orders and there was one particular order I wanted to get to before tomorrow, clear skies for a wedding, and while I wasn’t too sure I could make this happen, I was going to try for sure.

A wave of businessmen rolled in as I picked up the last of our decor. I didn’t want to say I was looking for my mystery man, but it had been a week since I had last seen him, and I wondered if I would ever see him again. What really irritated me was I knew nothing of this man. All I knew was he worked for a man who looked like he could be a part of the mob, that he ate my pussy exceedingly well, and he couldn’t speak. I wish he would have stayed the last time, but just like the first time, he seemed to be in a hurry to leave.

“You ok, girl?” Kaylee startled me.

“Hey!” I said, realizing I was just standing in front of the door that led to our locker. “I’m fine, just thinking.”

“Some man?” She waggled her eyebrows.

I laughed. “How did you know?”

“You look a little dickmatized.”

I cackled. “Ugh, is it that obvious?”

“A little,” she chuckled. “Is he good to you at least, giving you good orgasms?”

“Uh…yeah,” I chuckled, feeling my face getting red.

“Hell yeah, girl. That’s all that matters sometimes.” She bumped her shoulder with me. “Men use us all the time. I think it’s time we do the same. Dish out what he dishes and take the orgasms.”

“You know what? You are right,” I said.

“Of course I am.” She flipped her hair. “Now ignore him, and then you let him know when you want an orgasm.”

“Thanks, Kaylee,” I said, walking into the locker room with her. “By the way, did the spell ever work for you?”

“You know what, it didn’t, but I met someone,” she said, as she smiled.

“Oh! Sometimes magic knows us better than we do,” I said, as we arrived at my locker.

“You know what, you are right,” she said, biting her lip. “Think you could do another reading for me. Your last one was so accurate, it was insane.”

“Of course,” I said, pulling out my cards, feeling like using one deck in particular. “Is right now a good time?”

“Girl, I’ll always make time for you,” she said, walking to the same table we used last time.

I laid out my cards as a few girls came by to watch us. I took a deep breath, shuffled the cards and got to work at what I did best. Kaylee was right, I needed to stop waiting for this asshole to come by. I was changing the locks immediately and adding a deadbolt with whatever I could to keep him out. I was in charge now.

Three days and still no sign of the asshole. I didn’t know if that was a good thing, or a bad thing and I was starting to worry. I had lost my mind constantly thinking about this man who had given me two orgasms and had only exchanged a handful of sentences with each other.

I angrily grabbed some ingredients, working on a spell to banish a man’s boyfriend who was cheating on him, and made him feel like he was to blame for the infidelity. It was the perfect spell to use my anger for because while the person only paid for a banishing spell, I felt Jeffery needed a little something else to teach him a lesson.

Maybe a little balding or an STD. The latter was easier, but I always shot for the stars and hoped for karma to take it where it needed to be. I stuffed everything into a jar along with his name, pushing my anger towards the spell. While it wasn’t advised to cast when you were upset, I knew my limits, and this needed a little bit of anger.

Maleficent and Merlin weaved in between my legs, charging my spell, always intuitive of my needs and Maleficent always loved a good spell to banish men. Once my spell was complete, I tossed the jar in a bag of trash, where it would sit for at least a week. If I had shit that would be better but wait… wonder if I could put it in the kitty litter? Opening my grimoire, I flipped through pages reading a few things before deciding this asshole deserved the kitty litter for extra karmic energy.

The door slammed shut scaring the shit out of me and there he stood in his Ghostface mask with a fucking bolt cutter. This asshole broke the brand-new chain I had installed.

“Nuh-uh,” I snapped. “Get the fuck out.”

He stood there tilting his head.

“I know you’re not deaf. I said get the fuck out.” I threw my small cast-iron pot at him praying to the goddess it hit him.

He almost caught it, but the pot landed on his foot. I smiled as he growled. That had to hurt.

“Get out, I’m not going to do this with you,” I snarled. “Leave or I’m calling the cops.”