Back Seat Banging

"If you don't mind me smellin' like work you could pick me up here."

I looked at her name tag. Karen. It was still the end of rush hour when Dylan and me fucked her, all three of us naked, cruisin' at seventy or so on the loop highway. Georgia was driving, watching us in the mirror.

"You're dancin' with us later, Karen," she says. "You're definitely fuckin' dancin' with us.