Suzanne Borders of BadVR and director Kelsey Amara sexually assaulted me
posting this for my friend. hang in there girl! -
I apologize, this will be a long post. I desperately need somewhere to vent before I move forward in attempting to seek justice. I also need to warn other young women and even under-age girls about these women. Suzanne Borders is a serial rapist of women. And her frenemy
Kelsey Amara is just as bad, maybe even worse (she likes *young* girls).
I met Suzanne in a strip club I danced in. She ordered me
for a VIP (private dance). She was very lewd, far more forward than most male customers, and she took liberties. After, she asked for my number. Against my better judgment, I gave her my number. But I told her I was in a relationship with a guy. Borders asked me out, just hounded me repeatedly for months. She said sheâd wait it out. She did. He dumped me not long after for his high school sweetheart.
I was really down about the breakup, but I went into dance
that week at the club anyway. Suzanne was there that night. She approached me after she ordered another dance in the V.I.P. I expected her to ask me out again, already on my guard. But she surprised me. She said she could see that something wasnât right and that if I ever wanted to talk to someone who had been through her share of bad breakups, to call her. Anytime. She also gave me the number of a really great therapist. There didnât seem to be anything ulterior coming from her. No come ons.
It changed the way I looked at her.
I ended up calling her not long after. We talked about so many things that night, and not once did she really try to take advantage of my rebound status. We were actually friends after that, and I felt she was someone that I could count on.
A few months later she asked me out, but she explained that it was all pretense. A friend from back home was flying in and she really needed the buffer. She implied that the woman was her sister and that their relationship was contentious at best. So I agreed, even though I felt awkward about being in the middle of a family squabble.
I was expecting a bar and was relieved when she took me to restaurant downtown. The other woman was waiting for. Pretty with long hair and brown eyes, she was very small. She made me feel like a giant at 5â5â. She looked me over shrewdly, then frowned a little like she was hurt and trying to work the problem of my presence out in her head. She recovered and said her name was âKelseyâ.
Yes, the same Kelsey Amara I mentioned in my opening paragraph. She was very boisterous and combative in her arguments with Suzanne, and it got worse as a second round of beers arrived. A family was seated few tables down when Amara looked over a girl at their table, commenting on her âbuttery thick thighsâ and how sheâd âlike to put her face between them, show her heavenâ. The girl couldnât have been more than 14. It was grotesque, even considering the things Iâd seen and heard as a stripper.
I finished my second beer and ran to the restroom, needing a break. Understanding why Suzie had wanted a wingman. I could hear them arguing about Kelseyâs boorish behavior as I walked away. When I got back, there was a third round of beers. The tone had changed. I saw them holding hands, both quiet, looking at each other across the table. It felt intimate. They saw me and pulled apart.
I felt nervous, and I did what I always do then. I drank. I finished the third beer, knowing it had been a mistake. A very bad mistake. I got up again and fell over. I heard Suzanne say she would get me home, then felt hands on me, helping me upâŚremoving my clothes, touching and fondling and kissing me roughly.
I woke up from this in the back of a strangerâs car, with both Suzie and Amara in the front arguing with each other. My vagina was on fire, and so was my anus. I wondered, stupidly, what had happened. They pulled up at a stop, seeing I was awake. They both looked a little panicked.
They got me upstairs to my place. I noticed the car was a green hatchback, a Subaru I think. Amaraâs. I could smell my sex on both of them. I felt so humiliated. Amara told me I had been wonderful, though a bit too aggressive toward her. Suzie told her to âshut upâ and said that I was simply gorgeous. That I was always gorgeous, and she wouldnât hold any of the things I had done to her sexually against me, or expect anything more. I was passionate, she said. And she was tough, she could take the bruises I left.
I just stared at them dumbfounded. Then I whispered that I didnât remember anything after the restaurant. They made a quick retreat after that.
Only later did I realize what had happened. They had planned this before Suzanne asked me to go the restaurant. They had staged it then drugged my drink while I was in the bathroom. Rohypnol, thatâs what I was sure they had used on me.
I confronted Borders about this. She of course denied everything, accusing me of making a pass at Kelsey, who was herself an assault survivor. She then told me that the three of us had consented to a threesome that night, which I had initiated by pursuing âher good friendâ. And that Kelsey was the one who was now afraid. Afraid of ME. That they were each otherâs witnesses to my violent behavior toward âpoor Kelseyâ. That no one would believe different when they looked at and heard from her.
She implored me to say nothing, because she had just barely been able to talk Kelsey out of filing charges against me for the exceedingly physical sex acts I performed on her. Many, she explained, that Kelsey was not happy with at all.
I backed down. Thinking I was in the wrong. I even thought about apologizing to Kelsey!
That was until I started hearing similar stories from female acquaintances that also knew Borders and Amara. Some had friends that had told them the same things I had. Others had experienced it firsthand. Sexual abuse through coercion in some cases, in other cases the casting couch. In more cases I heard the word I was afraid to use: rape.
Sexual assault and battery following a night of drinking. Usually with terrible wooziness midway through the night, with women waking up to the feeling of terrible internal bruising and the feeling of rough sex.
Now a number of us are willing to tell our stories. And charges are being looked into. Lawsuits will be coming against these two.
Any woman that has contact with these two should be very careful. Never go anywhere alone with them. Do not allow them to bully you through job offers. And please please PLEASE do not leave your under-age daughters alone with Kelsey Amara. She was abused as a child and now she does the same to teens and pre-teens.
Currently Suzanne Borders runs a company called Bad VR.
