Dirty Rush by Taylor Bell

a blast, when one of the older sisters came down and told us that we needed to get completely naked, I’m not even joking, and sit on some wooden chairs that had been set up in a row. Each chair had a piece of newspaper taped to the seat. I was confused, but all the other girls stripped down so fuckin’ fast that I just went along with it. When all twenty or so of us were seated on the cold wooden chairs, a TV was wheeled out in front of the row of us. A hard-core porn video, which apparently took place in a Jiffy Lube, was then turned on and one of the seniors explained that we were not allowed to get up from our seat and come to the party until thenewspaper was wet and the ink had ‘printed’ on our asses.”
    When Sarah’s story finished, I realized that my jaw was hanging to the floor.
    â€œAre you fucking serious?” I asked.
    â€œAs HPV.”
    â€œHoly shit, Sarah. That is insane! What . . . what happened?”
    â€œI mean, we all got there. Eventually. It started off as the most humiliating thing ever, but by the end we all felt like it was a badge of honor to go up and show them our newspaper-printed ass.”
    â€œOh my God. My house is seriously PG compared to that.”
    â€œBut you guys still have to sleep with a guy from Omega Sig, right?”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œWe have to fuck at least one guy from our partner frat, Alpha, before initiation or we don’t get in, officially.”
    â€œWait, wait, wait. So you have to ‘officially’ fuck some dude? To get in?” I wondered if forcing their girls to do this was even legal. I was completely speechless. I had no idea how lucky I had been with my pledge experience thus far.
    â€œHonestly, Taylor, I really don’t mind it that much. The guys in Alpha are all so hot and one of my potential Bigs told me which of the brothers were hung and which weren’t. I was gonna fuck a couple of those Alpha boys anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. I can’t even believe you are a Beta Zeta. I never pegged you as Greek.”
    â€œMe neither.”
    Iwanted to be able to relate to Sarah’s pledge experiences, but I mean, she was sitting across the table from me talking about how she’d basically been sexually harassed. Deep down I believed that I would never be hazed, like, for real. Beta Zeta was different. It just wasn’t that kind of a sorority. They weren’t that type of group.
    Sarah went on about a few of the guys she was considering for the “fucking assignment” and I entertained her with as much enthusiasm as I could muster while we looked at each of their Facebook profiles on her iPhone. One guy had a mohawk, so I told her not to fuck him because before I left for school, my grandmother told me never to sleep with a mohawked man and I happened to agree with the old quack on that one. Sarah argued that “Stevey” a.k.a. Mr. Mohawk was a starter on the lacrosse team, so he would raise her proverbial asking price for the rest of the semester, if not year.
    As we got up and tossed our empty soy lattes into the trash, the thought crossed my mind that I was going to need to stop judging girls like Sarah for being slutty. Not that everyone was as extreme as her and Kenadie, but there was no way I’d be able to make it through even one year in this world of frombies and soiled newspaper while passing judgment on these girls. I’d go insane. I made a promise to myself then and there: Don’t be a bitch, don’t judge, and just enjoy the ride.
    We hugged and Sarah went off on her way and I headed toward my dorm.
    My phone buzzed. It was a text from Olivia.
    Olivia 4:45PM Question
    Taylor 4:46PM Hey, Olivia what’s up
    Olivia 4:46PM You’re a women’s studies person right?
    Taylor 4:46PM Yeah
    Olivia 4:46PM Cool
    Olivia 4:47PM So you know about like women’s lib and shit?
    Taylor 4:47PM A little bit.