5 Dollar Milkshake Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

nice. “What are you going to order?” I asked handing him the small menu the Jimmy’s had to offer, “I’m not sure, why don’t you order for the both of us” Mark said while giving me a shrug, “hmm…. I usually get the double ham cheese burger, fries and chocolate milkshake” I said, “everything except the milkshake” I looked at him in shock, “are you serious, no milkshake? That’s wrong!” I shook my head in mock disgust but he just shrugged and said “I told you before, I’m not a fan of chocolates and sweets” ‘I need to change that’ I thought to myself, I made a mental note of making this guy try all my chocolates just for the sake of fun.

His stomach was unusually sensitive too, so I personally handled everything he ate. His ingredients came from specific farms and specialty suppliers. A small piece of premium wagyu alone cost over a hundred dollars, never mind the carefully selected organic produce. Ten dollars would not even cover the container. I had no patience for the man's nonsense, so I typed directly in the group chat. "Sorry, I don't have the time. Also, my son's meals are very expensive to make. Ten dollars won't cover it." I thought that was clear enough. Apparently, it was not.

“I don’t mock. Mocking is bad. I just thought since Aunt Dina likes salad… and you said money is food… maybe you eat both together?” “Money is food—?” Dina’s voice went high-pitched, scandalized. Amara tapped her lip, eyes going round in fake wonder. “Yes. You said I eat money. But I checked! Paper is very hard to chew. Coins hurt my teeth. So, grass is softer!” At this, one maid had to crouch, hiding behind the doorframe, both hands stuffed in her mouth to silence the hysterics threatening to burst. Another quietly smacked her thigh, mouthing…. She’s killing them!

He drew in a lung full of air, chest puffing out and stretching the slate gray tee that clung to his body. And then, he started belting out in the loudest, most obnoxious voice, "MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD. DAMN RIGHT," he began shaking his hips and whipping his head from side to side, "IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS. DAMN RIGHT, IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS. I CAN TEACH YOU BUT I'D HAVE TO CHARGE."

"I have to go back to cooking so I can finish it in time for us to watch the movie. Go take a seat and I'll make you a quick milkshake, okay?" I smiled and nodded before going over to one of the stools to take a seat. I loved that he was being extremely sweet tonight. I watched him make it with swiftness and thought; Oh, this was really my dream man. A man who pampered me and treated me like I was a fragile egg. He poured me a tall glass and brought it over to me. "Pineapple and orange flavored milkshakes. Rich in vitamin C, for my lady." I blushed Shamelessly and he smiled at me. Fuck, I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug him and tell him he was the best fucking thing to happen to me. I wanted

There were also three kinds of milk-skimmed, two percent, soy milk, and chocolate milk. We made our way with the full cart to pay as Claire chatted away about the importance of keeping a secret identity, using an old show about a high-school pop star living a double life as an example. We had sat her down and talked with her earlier about pretending that I was her dad. So, her relating our situation to the kids' show was brilliant.

He mumbled something incoherent and directly unclasped my bra and tugged at my nipples as he squeezed and cupped them. He kissed his way down from my lips to my neck. He nibbled on the skin around my neck and moved down to my boobs but the swing was unsteady. He carried me down and set me on the pillar. He pulled the shirt apart and bent over my nipples as he took them in his mouth one at a time. I moaned loudly and my hand flew over my mouth. My face was red with pleasure as he sucked and tugged at them.

“It looks like you are finally where you belong. Look at this guys!” “Are you ordering or what?” I ask impatiently. Miles is the one who looks at me properly, still amused at the photo Nick is showing them. Knowing him, he already added some meme like effects to make it funnier, trying to humiliate me. “Water, no ice,” Miles says simply. “Make that two,” Sophie adds. Nick taps the table lazily. “And a chocolate milkshake, extra thick like the girls you wish you had but never will.”

“Tell me what you want before we go home.” " What I want ?" I ask without really understand, still not recovered from my emotions. “Whatever you want me to buy for you.” I had completely forgotten. Even if I had decided what I wanted before even as we arrive. “A milkshake from Five Guys.” "What ?" he said stopping his car. I smile and he looks at me in confusion. “There are no Five Guys in my neighborhood and their milkshakes are delicious. I never have time to spend it.” “Want a milkshake? At 5 dollars?”

The only thing I knew was that something inside me, the soft part of me that still believed in friendship, just died. "You won a pool Tasha?" I asked, my voice sounding completely unacquainted, flat and dead. “Five hundred dollars? That's what my life is worth to you, that is how cheap you rated me? Thank you for ruining my life, and my entire future, just for Five Hundred dollars." "It was just a joke, Oma! We were drunk, and believe me, it wasn't supposed to go this far!" Tasha's defense was dumb and pitiful. Franklin on the other hand, wandered behind her, looking down at the floor.