Supermodel Beverly Johnson Vividly Details That Night Bill Cosby Drugged Her

With every passing day, the odds against Bill Cosby keep stacking up against him. Within the last couple months of 2014, countless women have come forward to accuse him of rape. Supermodel and former America’s Next Top Model judge Janice Dickinson—the biggest name to come out until now—accused him of drugging and raping her.

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Yet another model mogul has come forward with her story. Beverly Johnson, the first black supermodel to cover Vogue, has penned a lengthy account of an encounter with Cosby for Vanity Fair. In the vivid essay, she talks about going to his home to prepare for an audition, only to be drugged and roughly escorted out when she called him out on his actions:

After the meal, we walked upstairs to a huge living area of his home that featured a massive bar. A huge brass espresso contraption took up half the counter. At the time, it seemed rare for someone to have such a machine in his home for personal use.

Cosby said he wanted to see how I handled various scenes, so he suggested that I pretend to be drunk. (When did a pregnant woman ever appear drunk on The Cosby Show? Probably never, but I went with it.)

As I readied myself to be the best drunk I could be, he offered me a cappuccino from the espresso machine. I told him I didn’t drink coffee that late in the afternoon because it made getting to sleep at night more difficult. He wouldn’t let it go. He insisted that his espresso machine was the best model on the market and promised I’d never tasted a cappuccino quite like this one.

It’s nuts, I know, but it felt oddly inappropriate arguing with Bill Cosby so I took a few sips of the coffee just to appease him.

Now let me explain this: I was a top model during the 70s, a period when drugs flowed at parties and photo shoots like bottled water at a health spa. I’d had my fun and experimented with my fair share of mood enhancers. I knew by the second sip of the drink Cosby had given me that I’d been drugged—and drugged good.

My head became woozy, my speech became slurred, and the room began to spin nonstop. Cosby motioned for me to come over to him as though we were really about to act out the scene. He put his hands around my waist, and I managed to put my hand on his shoulder in order to steady myself.

Read the entirety of the vivid piece over on Vanity Fair.

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