Flushed with bemusement, I look at him and immediately to the computer screen as a video plays. It’s a low quality recording, clearly from a mobile phone that shows a woman giving a man—apparently very dark skinned man, judging by the shade of his penis—fellatio. You couldn’t get a full view of the female, but there were footage of the male who spoke with a thick Caribbean accent. The videographer was a female and rooted the fellatio-giver on.
Then...what the fuck! Is that Michelle in the background, periodically licking the man’s balls and the base of his penis. She appeared to be drunk and silly. She was cheering the female on as well. It hit me like a ton of bricks: the other girls were Britni and April! I could make out Britni’s voice, pumping them up. Yup! That was definitely Britni, which could only mean that the woman going down on the guy was April. Again, you see Michelle dip in to pleasure the man with licks and groping. Tears began to flood my eyes.
“Where did you get this?” I asked, aghast.
“It’s all over the fucking Internet. This shit has gone viral!” Azmir shouted.
I mumble, “Oh, my god, Michelle.” Bile rise from my belly as a gag; I then quickly cupped my mouth. After managing it back down my esophagus, I tried to regain my breath. The tears began to drop uncontrollably.
“Was this what you guys did in The Bahamas before I got there?” he hissed.
My eyes flew up at him as he was hovering over me. I realize he thinks I was there with them.
“Azmir,” I said unable to hide my defensiveness. “You don’t think that was me recording my best friend degrading herself do you?”
He gave me a callous glower.
Wait a minute. Oh, no!
“You think it was me giving another man head on the vacation you’d paid for?” I theorized slowly.
His eyes softened, but not by much. Azmir maintained his daggered gawk.
“Azmir, I swear on everything I have, I was not there when this was shot. I didn’t even know this tape existed until a few seconds ago,” I said in all candor.
“Lady Spin released it earlier on the radio show she webcasts. She’s saying it’s a tape of Divine’s girl, giving a native head on the vacation he paid for her and her girls,” he quoted with still a hint of accusation in his tone.
“Azmir, I didn’t hang out with them the whole time out there. I told you before that trip that those bitches were not my friends,” I spewed, trying to prove to him that I was telling the truth. “If you recall, when you showed up, I was alone. They had gone out earlier that night and I stayed behind!” I exclaimed.
“Well, why the fucking tears when you were watching the tape?” he barked.
“Because I see my dead best friend giving head to a stranger in her wake! Can you imagine how fucked up this is?” I screamed while balling my eyes out.
He stormed his way towards the bedroom. I collapsed into the couch, crying uncontrollably. Seconds later, I heard Azmir tread into his office.
My heart shattered in a million pieces. I can’t believe people are viewing my dear friend this way. How many people have watched it? Has it hit her family? Does Erin know about it? So many questions flooded my mind. Images of her from that tape wrung my heart dry. Why would Lady Spin release such damaging footage? Is she that bruised over Azmir? Did she have to drag me into it? She had to have gotten the tape from Britni who knew damn well I wasn’t there. I knew I was going to have to put that bitch over my knee!
Lord, I know I've been working on my temper and language, but there are just some trifling ass people who will bring you back!
After I exhausted all of my thoughts, I saw that it was after two in the morning. Azmir was still hauled up in his office. I was too emotional to face him. I showered and cried some more in there, allowing the water to cascade over my tears. I began to think about how Azmir all but accused me of being the woman in the video. Does he think that little of me? I tried to convince him that it wasn’t me. I won’t again. He’ll have up take me at my word or not at all.