Pulp Fiction $5 Shake Novels & Stories

I ordered, slapping a dollar bill on the counter. Shawn shook his head, taking the money and tucking it back into my purse. "Drinks are on me, sweetheart," he said, sliding a hundred dollar bill all the way to the bar tender. "That's going to get you a WHOLE lot of tequila." She raised a skeptical eyebrow at me. "You sure." I nodded, "bring em." "Actually, I'm only paying for five shots," Shawn deadpanned, "the rest is tip for you, Camilla."

“That sounds perfect.” We drove out of the heart of the city and found a little diner decked out in retro fifties gear. We were both dragging ass as we slid into a booth with a shiny red table between us. There was a jukebox playing old forty-fives and lots of fifties memorabilia hanging from the walls. “I bet they have legit ice cream shakes here,” I said and opened my menu. “Oh, I want chocolate,” he replied. We both ordered big burgers, fries, and the traditional shakes, which were quickly delivered in tall glasses. I tried to take a drink from the shake, but it was far too thick. I was desperate for a taste and moved the straw to the side to drink straight from the glass.

"The rascals haven't lifted the banning of my account, '' I replied angrily. "Let me pay," Sara said, stretching her Debit card. "No, keep your card," I replied. "How much is the money?" I asked bringing out ten thousand naira notes. "8,500" He replied and I counted it for him and gave him nine thousand naira. "Let me get you your five hundred naira change," He replied. "Bring me a Five Alive pulpy with it" Lucas replied, he actually ordered a fruit juice that cost (1$).

he murmurs, lifting his glass to me in a toast with a wink before taking a sip. “That cost five hundred dollars?” Jackson gasps, almost dropping his glass of whiskey in his shock. “Whoa, whoa,” Rafe says, putting a steadying hand under Jackson’s glass. “Listen, if you’re that shocked about the champagne, don’t even ask about the whiskey – just…be careful. And enjoy.”

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 when 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 Maestr

I got worried if my jokes went too far but I realized that he only paused to scratch his reddened neck. "Wait," he murmured with difficulty. "Is there a peach on this shake?" He pointed his beverage. Peach? I don't know. This line of business is not my specialty. I haven't learned anything in my own coffee shop yet. "Excuse me!" I called my staff. She ran towards us while Junhui kept on scratching and coughing. "Yes ma'am?" "Did you put some peaches on our mango shake?" "Ahmm, we put peach syrup on it, ma'am."

Geo’s face was throbbing. “This isn’t a request. You will launder 10 million no if's, and's, buts about it. If you fuck this up, I will kill your father, your mother, that hot secretary that’s been on your dick, that lush, rich, prick you call a friend, and that sweet piece of ass you just escorted out of here and save you for last...”

Some spilling from his mouth down to his chin. "Fuck" My gaze catch his pant.. Well, fuck me. It's wet I bend down at him, my knees sitting on his thighs, our faces just inches apart. He looks up at me: Ash. This is my first time looking straight at my doll. I never knew his eyes color is ash. I lay my palm on his thigh and he flinches. Well, let's see how it goes. I grab his cock through his pant. His eyes widen, and I watch darkness cover the little light in his eye. I squeeze tighter, feeling his cock thicken on my palm

"You said you felt blue." "You should have stopped me", I argued, my hands on my hips. He looked up again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Stopped you?" "I literally blinked and you were out of the club. And the next thing, I found you in your frequented saloon crying to your stylist about how blue you felt". Huh. Well, I must have been very drunk then. I stared at the colour taunting me. It was supposed to be purple this week. "What's with all the ruckus?" I asked, sitting on one of the stools by the counter.

Adrian’s first thought was that the bottle was too small, but when the bartender grabbed a tiny shot glass Adrian understood without words. The bartender dropped both the bottle and the glass on the table. “This is-.” “How much is it?” Adrian asked, cutting off the bartender once again. The young man hooked mid sentence. Then he shook his head and answered. “Five thousand dollars.” Adrian nodded and pulled out his card. The bartender saw this and made another take of Adrian’s appearance. At the moment, Adrian looked anything but expensive. He took the card reluctantly and swiped it. To his surprise, the transaction went through.