The following story was submitted to dirtydianasdiary.comdirtydianasdiary.com by one of my co-workers. For obvoius reasons I have left names and distinguishing features out.
Ok, So a few months ago I was working dayshift at the club. I came downstairs from the dressing room and sat next to this dude who was kind of overweight and not attractive. Not that it really matters I guess. Anyways…He seemed nice and we talked for about 20 minutes about this and that, you know, small talk. The whole time he kept buying me drink after drink. We can’t have liquor drinks so I was drinking monsters and getting jacked on all the caffeine and sugar. I started getting bored talking and I really just wanted to make some money.
I guess he could tell that I was getting ready to ask him if he wanted a dance cause he changed the conversation up. He kind of looked me up and down and then he was like, “How old are you?”
And I said “Nineteen”.
He said, “You’re a pretty girl, ya know?”
and I was like, “Yeah, I guess.” I mean, I know I’m pretty.
So then he was like, “I want you to do something for me.”
I got a little nervous when he said that. I was afraid he was gonna, like, ask for blow job in the executive room or something and I’m not into that stuff. I mean, this guy was like old and just gross, I don’t know, but I hadn’t made no money that day so I figured what the hell, let me just see what he wants.
So I was like, “Okay, what do you want me to do?”
He got this kind of serious look on his face and he gives me this plastic cup from up off the bar and he goes, “I want you to take this cup and fill it up with your pee and bring it back to me.”
I just looked at him and he kept talking in this real serious tone. “ I don’t want you to dance for me. I don’t want your tits near my face. I don’t want to see your ass or your pussy. I don’t want you to try to get my dick hard. Just bring me your pee in this cup. I will pay you a hundred dollars.”
Now, if you’re reading this, don’t judge me yet. It was really slow that day and this man was offering me $100 just for peeing in this cup so I did it. I mean, whatever. I took the cup in the bathroom and after all those energy drinks the pee shot out of me so fast it splashed up onto my hand. I had absolutely no problem filling that whole cup. Then I walked back out to the bar all casual with the pee cup in my hand like I was carrying a drink. I sat back down next to him with the cup and as promised, he handed me a hundred dollar bill. I thought that this was like a done deal, but no. He looked me in the eyes, picked up the cup and started sipping from it like he was drinking a fucking cup of hot tea or something. I was trying to keep a strait face but my stomach was turning. I almost vomited for real when he leaned back and started gargling it. He told me it was the best thing he had ever tasted. I excused myself and went upstairs totally grossed out! Two girls were in the dressing room smoking and I told them what had just happened. I mean, I was freaked out! That was some nasty ass shit!
I finally went back down stairs and he was still sitting at the bar sipping at the pee. He waved at me to come over to him and so I walked over to his seat and he said, “Now listen, don’t go telling all your little daytime friends here about what I just did. I don’t want people thinking I’m some kind of freak.”
I said “okay” but I was thinking, Mutha fucka, I done told everybody up in here and everybody already looking at you like you nasty!
A lot of the guys who come to the club are regulars. I had never seen the Pee Man before and I haven’t seen him since.
There are some sick people out there.