I was twenty years old and having the time of my life. I spent several nights a week drinking at a now defunct bar that was managed by some kids I’d grown up with. They were hardly old enough to drink and they didn’t particularly care how old the people in the bar were as long as they made money.
I was easily one of the most attractive girls that hung out there, which isn’t saying a whole lot since the bar was frequented by late-teens, early-twenties greasy stoners. I enjoyed the attention that I got from the guys that hung out there and soon found myself being rather popular. It was a nice change from spending my teen years being one of the most disliked girls in the neighborhood.
On one night, me and a friend were walking down the stairs from the apartment that sat above the bar where we had just watched a girl shave a guy’s head. I was telling my friend how happy I was to be surrounded by friendly folks and knowing everyone by name. I saw a guy who looked vaguely familiar standing outside of the bar. I smiled at him.
“What’s up, sex tape?” he asked me.
I did a double take.
“What did you just call me?” I asked, my demeanor quickly changing.
“Sex tape” he said.
I laughed “I don’t have a sex tape, dude.”
“Not that you know of” he said and walked inside of the bar.
I stood there on the sidewalk with my mouth hanging open. My friend stopped to ask me what he’d said and I pushed him away, rushing after the guy into the bar. I cornered him and he refused to expound on his original statement. I sat in the back of the bar and my friend sat with me, trying to help me figure out what the guy could have been talking about. After a while of me getting more and more distraught, my friend went to find the guy. I followed after him and found my friend talking to the guy back out on the sidewalk, his hands balled up into fists.
“You tell me now what the fuck you were talking about or I swear to god I will smash your fucking face into this brick wall” my friend said. The other guy was easily a head taller than my friend and much more muscular but the look on his face said he doubted he could win in a fight against my friend, who was livid.
I stood next to them, arms crossed against my chest, starring at this asshole who dared to upset my evening.
“I saw a tape of you and Alex” he stammered.
“Alex Swanson?” I asked.
“Yes. It was from years ago. It was obvious you didn’t know you were being filmed. It was…awkward” he said.
My friend looked at me for confirmation. I hung my head as I tried to process what I was hearing.
“So let me get this straight” I said. “You’re telling me that five or six years ago, Alex Swanson hid a video camera and taped us having sex and he showed you the tape??”
“Yes” he said quietly.
“I’m going to fucking murder him” I said. “That was the worst one night stand I ever had! He couldn’t even keep it up! Why would he show you such a thing?”
“I don’t know. It was pretty terrible” the guy admitted.
My friend took a step back, letting the guy slither away. I fell back against the brick wall and tried to make sense of what I’d just heard.
“Are you ok?” my friend asked, pushing a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.
“I don’t even know what to think. I was 14 or 15 at the time. He was 18. I’m pretty sure that’s super fucking illegal” I said.
“Oh yeah, most definitely, in so many ways” my friend said.
I shook my head. “I’m going to fucking murder him.”
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