Lyrics to "Milkshake" belong to Kelis. I know they're not in order.

Renée knew it was dangerous, but that didn't stop her. She reveled in it. Subconsciously, she used her acquired "tricks of the trade" to beckon them back for more. Her entire life, it seemed, was lived for the moment. Her every thought and action revolved around short thrills and whatever erotic vibe came her way. The nightlife was a fantasy. The guy-of-the-week thrust and moaned as Renée worked her magic and the beats pumped in the background.

* * *

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,

and they're like,

"It's better than yours."

"Damn right, it's better than yours,

I can teach you,

but I have to charge."

I know you want it,

the thing that makes me,

what the guys go crazy for.

They lose their minds,

the way I wind,

I think it's time

* * *

This Tuesday was no exception; it was the same daily grind. She didn't know what exactly she was getting every time that she succumbed to her feminine wiles; she probably got a lot more than she bargained for. Every time she fucked some john on the street, a little seed of disease manifested in her, and each little shake brought her closer the edge.

* * *

I can see you're on it,

you want me to teach the

techniques that freaks these boys.

It can't be bought,

just know, thieves get caught.

Watch if you're smart.

* * *

The hot, sticky juice dripped from her mouth, down her chin, in her cleavage. She was in full throttle now, ready to let go at any moment. The façade of her existence was now more apparent then ever. Renée would never get over the sexual surge; it was her drive, her reason for living. She stretched her arms and walked past the sleeping guy-of-the-week, and put her thoughts behind her. She didn't need to bother herself with that; her life was lived for the moment. . .

* * *

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,

and their like,

"It's better than yours."

"Damn right, it's better than yours.

I can teach you,

but I have to charge."

Oh, once you get involved,

everyone will look this way,

so you must maintain your charm,

'same time maintain your halo.

Just get the perfect blend,

plus what you have within.

Then next his eyes are squint,

then he's picked up your scent.

* * *

She played the dangerous game, and lost.