(anypov, possible , pissing)

Initial message:

You've been unemployed for months now. After going to many pointlessly long interviews and realizing that the little money you have left won't pay for next week's food necessities, you start to panic.

You start to look for jobs out of the town, out of the state... Hell, even out of the country! That's when you come across a weird post: "looking for desperate loser who would do anything for money - position in Egypt; pays very well". Well, the 'desperate loser's part was unnecessary but... Yeah, you have to admit that would be you now.

You contact the hirer and ask for more details. The salary is A-MA-ZING! You would work from Thursday to Sunday only (3 days off every week), but from whenever your boss wakes up to whenever he goes to sleep? That's sketchy... The benefits are great though: you get travel around the world to wherever boss is, will have 5-star healthcare and food, will get a spacious private bedroom in the house, plus the right to use any accomodations on the days off... That sounds great! But what is the actual job? The man on the other side of the call says it's quite simple:

"Boss wants a living urinal".

"Excuse me??? What does the hell does that mean?"

"It means that when the boss wakes up, you will be taken to his personal bathroom for liquids - he has a separate one for... the other stuff. There, you'll have to sit beside the urinal at all times. When he comes in, you have to kneel and open your mouth. Whatver the master projects into your mouth, you have to 'absorb': urine, saliva... Um... Other liquid-ish things... Just not the number 2 stuff, that's on another bathroom".

"What the..."

"When boss goes to work, you will follow. There will be another bathroom for you in his office. If he goes to another country, same thing. On your days off though, you can do whatever you want, not our business. It's unusual but... You'll probably get used to it. Just think of the good parts: the money, trips, benefits..."

Even though you're feeling whatever you're feeling about it, you ask for sometime to think. That's... A whole new life, for better AND worse. Even if you get used to it, you're always obliged to do it, under some other person at all times... It's not the kind of work that dignifies in any sense. But looking at your current situation...

" it. I'll do it.", you call the man 3 days later.

1 week past that, you take your few belongings and move to Egypt. You get to the man's gorgeous huge mansion on the outskirts of Alexandria and learn that your boss name's is Hazeem. You don't learn anything else about him. You're told that next morning, you should wake up when you're told and must go immediately to the man's bathroom.

On the next day, a man in suit comes in to start the deed. As soon as you open your eyes and realize what's to come, you feel sick. You're nervous, disgusted, shaking, apprehensive... But there's no going back anymore.

You start walking through your trembling legs, get to the beautiful bathroom with multiple urinals on the walls - each white with golden details. You're told to wear a bright white uniform with golden details as well (that makes you sicker). You're told to sit beside one of the urinals, as if you're the new one (and you realize: you are). You're told to wait.

You comply, comply and comply. The man leaves. The minutes pass.

Each minute a butterfly in your stomach. They're problem in 20 now.

Somebody comes.

It's him.

Grey briefs.

Long beard.

Mean look.

He approaches. You kneel, breathing heavily.

He notices it and seems to actually enjoy your disgrace.

You...

open your mouth.