Fashion Foul

Anand Jon disappeared from the school after a few months. No one knew why. Joseph recounts the school's "most enduring image" of the young man "sprawled across the bonnet of a car surrounded by hormonal girls in the uniform of a famous school. The car was not only standing in a no-parking zone but also in the most auspicious spot in the college. In front of the Principal's office."

After their first meeting, the designer kept in constant touch with Emily through IM and cell phone, a pattern he repeated with other girls. Where was she going? What was she wearing? When was she going to be back? He told her to lose five pounds, so she went on a diet and started jogging. Within days, she claims, Anand Jon was exerting control in just about every area of her life.

After their first sexual encounter, Anand told Emily he was coming back to Dallas in late October, when she would celebrate her 18th birthday. But at the last minute, he insisted she fly to New York for a major fashion charity event, where she would meet photographers and agents.

That weekend, Emily stayed with a relative who was a student at a New York university. But she rarely saw him. Instead, Emily worked for Anand, dashing around the streets of New York. "I didn't tell anybody we were in a relationship," Emily says. "I was just very weirded out. I didn't know what to feel." They were alone in a Hummer limo when Anand pulled her on his lap, moved her underwear aside and started massaging her anus. She told him to stop; the driver could see. Anand didn't stop until he climaxed.

That first night in New York Anand and a small group went to a nightclub. Emily reminded Anand she was only 17. "It will be OK," Anand said. "I'm a celebrity." The designer said something to the bouncer, and they sailed into the club ahead of a long line. An alcoholic drink was thrust into her hand.

That weekend, Emily felt that no matter what she did, it was wrong. If she listened as Anand talked to other people, he stopped his conversation to confront her with how rude she was. If she turned away and didn't listen at all, Anand berated her for ignoring him.

When Emily told the designer he'd hurt her feelings, Anand Jon sneered, she says. "I don't think you know who I am," Anand said. "I am up there," gesturing over his head. "When you get to my level of importance you are allowed to have feelings, but not while you are trying to get there." His spirituality embraced all religions, he told her, and he was so advanced there were few others on his level. He didn't have to worry about being polite to those less evolved. That would take time away from using his God-given talents to help the world.

Emily and a handful of other models would accompany Anand shopping or to parties. Their instructions: to follow behind him a few paces. Don't talk to anyone, not even each other. Nobody cared what they thought, only what they looked like. "You are not here to make friends," Anand told Emily. "You are here for your career."

When photographers appeared, he'd snap his fingers, and they were to cluster around Anand like adoring fans. They were his harem—even expected to massage his hands or neck on demand. At one point, when a massage therapist arrived to work on Anand's feet, he demanded that Emily watch so she could learn the correct technique.

On the second night she was in New York, Anand took Emily and several other girls to a VIP party for Fendi. Anand bought her several drinks, and by the time they ended up back at his hotel, she was bombed.

"I was feeling really weird, like I was super, super drunk," Emily says. "I couldn't control my movements very well." Anand had to help her walk.

"He led me up to his room and laid me down on my stomach," Emily says, her eyes filling with tears. "It was like I couldn't move. He removed my skirt and he..." She gulps. "He sodomized me. I couldn't feel anything."

"Gooood girrrrrl," Anand said after he finished.

Then the designer got her off the bed and led her downstairs, she says. Though she could barely walk and it was after midnight, Anand put her in a cab and paid the driver to take her to her relative's apartment.