Free Dirty Rush by Taylor Bell

“Emergency detour” were the only words she said before turning the key and speeding out of the parking lot, nearly taking out a husky, middle-aged man in a football jersey. Kenadie’s moaning continued, punctuated by the occasional wail of fuck my life or Jesus hold me now!
    â€œSorry, um, what’s going on?” I asked, trying to sound as cool and collected as possible.
    Kenadie wailed louder this time. “We are NOT talkin’ about this with her.” She adjusted her weight in the seat. “Ow! Damnit!” Whatever it was that was happening had something to do with her ass or her back because she hadn’t stopped squirming since getting back in the car.
    â€œIt’s not a big deal, Kenadie,” Colette said coldly without taking her eyes off the road.
    â€œNo, Colie,” Kenadie barked back.
    â€œI’m sorry I asked. I just—” Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
    â€œHer ass swallowed the beads,” Colette stated plainly.
    â€œColette! You bitch! Ow! Are you fuckin’ kidding?!” Kenadie slammed her hand on the dashboard in an uncharacteristically genuine moment. She was pissed but also in so much pain. I was concerned now.
    â€œKenadie,”Colette began, swerving onto a side street, “if you don’t want people talking about the fact that you carry anal beads around in your ass all day, then you probably shouldn’t carry anal beads around in your ass all day.”
    â€œWe’re not talking about this! Oh mah God! Just get me to the friggin’ ER and shut up and drive fast and just shut the fuck up!” Kenadie shouted.
    There was silence.
    I could try to think of a moment in my life where I felt more uncomfortable, but this took the cake. I wanted to know why Kenadie was stashing beads in her butt, but I also didn’t. I glanced out the window at the cars we were passing. Colette must’ve been going at least twenty above the speed limit.
    I stared at the green/beige/puke-colored carpet in the hospital waiting room. Colette hadn’t said a word to me since we sat down and it was starting to get even more awkward than before. My phone buzzed in my hand.
    Jonah 11:21PM Um. Hello?
    Taylor 11:21PM Jonah! I am soooo fucking sorry. You will not believe what my night has been but I will explain it all to you tomorrow, I promise.
    Jonah 11:22PM Weird. But fine. Are you ok.
    Taylor 11:22PM Yeah, totally fine. Love you. Talk tomorrow.
    Jonah 11:22PM You too.
    Taylor 11:23PM How was the meet?
    Jonah 11:23PM I won.
    Taylor 11:24PM Yes! xx
    I put my phone back into my bag and smiled at Colette.
    â€œKenadie only has butt sex so that she can say she’s a virgin without lying,” Colette said at full volume, looking at me now.
    She examined her flawless manicure and continued, “So yeah, she lets guys fuck her in the ass, and performs tightening rituals during the day in order to keep things cute and fun down there, if you know what I’m saying. The rear is a whole ’nother animal. Hence the beads.”
    I looked at Colette blankly.
    â€œI’m sure you’re kind of like what the fuck right now, yes?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWell, good call on not asking any stupid questions in the car.”
    â€œThanks. It didn’t seem like the right time.”
    More silence. I smoothed my dress and wondered if this meant we wouldn’t make it to the party after all. I tried not to think about what Jack was up to and how I’d gotten excited to see him. Then I had another where am I and who am I moment, which was interrupted after a minute or so by Colette turning to me.
    â€œBy the way, Taylor. You’re gonna get a bid. Obviously, you can’t tell anyone until it’s official, but the chapter seems to be in love with you and it just makes sense. I guess some things are meant to be.”
    â€œWow.” My face started to crinkle out of some sort of weird mixture of amusement and