Pulp Fiction $5 Shake Novels & Stories

he said in a somewhat stern voice, “I’ll do the talking and you’ll do the listening, got it madam?” Uhh…I just felt like cutting out his mouth with a big chainsaw so that he would never be able to speak again “Got it” “Ok, the poison I sell is very expensive and it can not be priced down” “Ok, just tell me how much is it already” “It’s just five million” Wow. When he said that it was expensive, I never thought it would be this expensive, well there was really nothing I could do so I had to just deal with it in order to get my revenge on Shawn and Michelle.

Was this made out of a butt or something? I wrinkled my face and suppressed a shiver at the image of a water that was used to wash a butt being used to make this awful punch. "Why does this punch taste like shit?" Sheryl asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Baby, could you go get my punch and bring it back here?" Bellamy accepted and went out of the dance room with one of his caramel skinned friend that kept afro for hair. Sheryl turned and swept me with her eyes from head to toe before shrugging and sipping out of the punch. The moment it reached her tongue, she spat the punch out and did as if she was using her fingers to scratch the taste off her tongue.

I’d come here for a measly two-grand-an-hour job, and now these men were about to throw hundreds of thousands away just to get in between my legs. Every man in the bar got a paddle, and soon the auction officially started. A fat guy near the front raised his paddle. “Three-fifty!” Another older man, with a gold chain dangling around his neck, raised his. “Four hundred!” “Five hundred!” someone else shouted from the back. I couldn’t believe what was happening before me and the unfairness of all of it made me dizzy. “I’ll go six!” a drunk guy yelled, swaying like he was gonna fall any second. “Boy… look at those hips!” He said as he drew a curvy shape in the air with both hands. "She’s built f

He would be charged with assault for harming a pregnant woman, which was a serious offense. If Shelly pursued it, he would be in trouble. "What's your price?" Pierre asked. "Five million dollars," Shelly said. Pierre furrowed his brow in anger. "Given my situation, do you think I have five million dollars?" "I’m fully aware of your situation." Shelly replied calmly, "Don't worry for now. I don’t want five million now. After I recover, I'll be back in prison in a month at most. Then, you'll have two to three years to make money. Once my sentence is up, and when I'm out of prison, you can give it to me."

I crack my neck and my hands, well this isn't going to take too long. I instantly punch the first person on their gut, and taking care of the rest of them was a piece of cake. They were all on their knees almost on tears as I count the money they had on them "16.17,18". That should cover up the cost and taxes, I toss the pizza to them "It was nice doing business with ya". I immediately push my bike and left the scene.

We'd gotten to the club. And it was wild. So wild it could've been an orgy Couples grinded against each other in a mindless frenzy, partners exchanged r-rated kisses. A man went down on his partner. Right... In the middle... Of the dancefloor. I needed bleach for my eyes. Standing up from the thirteen-seater bar and making my way through a sea of gyrating pelvises with a glass of martini in my hand, I sought Luna, hoping to dance a little.

Chuck and I were sipping a beer while Roxy showered and he said, " A couple of the guys are bitching at having to pay ninety bucks for a sloppy pussy." "Tough shit. Remind them that a prostitute walking Colfax gets fifty for a trick. That's one time - twenty minutes for a straight fuck - and then she's out the door and looking for her next trick. For eighty bucks they get access to three holes and they get to get off as many times as they want. If that ain't good enough for them tell them to hit Colfax." The first five minutes of the ride home were quiet and then Roxy said, "What next?"

They were all inconspicuous to him. "Give me ten pack of pizza, and eight milkshakes." He ordered. The attendant nodded, and quickly packed up the pizza and milkshake, on the counter. She made calculations and turned to him. "Everything is one thousand dollars." She informed him, and packed the milkshake in a big nylon to make it easy for him to carry them. Xavier gave her his card, she debited his account, and gave him back his card. He carried the pizza and drinks to the car. He sat down, and the Pablo drove off.

I gave her a 100 dollar bill for a 15 dollar check and wrote a note telling her to keep the change. After I left the diner I went to the bar to get my collection list. This particular list is my favorite to pick up from. Honestly it ends in a fight and I need to get rid of this pent up rage. These men and women are the ones who still owe us money from we had coke and other high end drugs in town. Some of them still owe six figures. When I walked in the bar Dice just started laughing. You know fuck it. I walked over and punched him in the gut. He started panting trying to catch his breathe. I didn't even stay to make sure he was okay. I walked into the office and got the list from Maestro. Wh

well, like it’s been in a wreck. “Eleven bacon quarter pounders, six large fries... what shake do you want Rose?” Jackson pauses mid order to ask. “Banana please.” I ask as I lean up against Phoenix to steal some of his warmth. “One banana shake and five vanilla. Thanks.” Jackson shouts out of his window.