Internet Pimp

Diggler liked to meet women online. He claimed that the internet was teeming with sexually deviant coeds. In college, I met a half dozen females through Blackplanet (BP). With the exception of a few lames who posted misleading photos of themselves, I had very conventional encounters with the women I met on BP. Diggler, on the other hand, was on the prowl for any woman who had weird fantasies.

I didn't consider myself to be a square until I met Diggler in college. We were both freshmen living in the same residence hall. He played on my flag football team, and took part in the video game craze on our floor. Like 98 percent of the people in my dorm, Diggler was white and came from money. He also played for the Lacrosse team.

Diggler was really off the wall. I had no clue as to why Diggler was in college since he drank and fucked more often than he went to class. He was ALWAYS around women, and they'd do whatever he asked of them. One girl, for example, did his laundry on a weekly basis. All she wanted in return was some weekend lovin'. Another one came by a couple of times per week just to rub his shoulders. Dude was doing it up like a rock star in college.

Diggler's sanctuary was the weight room. He'd always tell these wild, sexual stories while we lifted. In hindsight, I think it made him feel like a real man to bench press and talk about banging different women. On our way back from the gym one night, Diggler asked me to stop by his room so he could show me an exchange with his soon-to-be internet conquest.

Diggler: Hey man. Check this out. (It was a message in his inbox)
Me: Yo. Is this for real? Naw. I ain't ever heard of anything like that!
Diggler: Dude, she's a fuckin freak, man. I can't wait!
Me: You're gonna do that? That's some weird shit.
Diggler: Fuck yeh. You know how I do it!

I was disgusted. This random girl wanted Diggler to pee directly into her throat while she gave him head. A week later, he fulfilled her fantasy.