There was just no end to how ridiculous the whole day was. The meeting was the most stressful yet, with tensions running high and the heat climbing even higher. Things had been looking up when Yao was able to get a good deal on fresh, live geoduck to take home and cook.
The only problem was that the geoduck was unwilling to be cooked. In fact, it was more willing to squirm its way into Yao's pants than to be shucked and thrown into a wok.
"Wha-what is it…nng." He was weakly pushing it down his pant leg in a half-hearted attempt to get its siphon to stop probing at his nether regions. The pushing turned to light nudging and then stopped entirely…though Yao would not have admitted it had anyone asked. Actually, this didn't happen at all. Not even the siphon half wrapping around Yao's growing erection happened. The geoduck wasn't moving back and forth teasingly, like it knew exactly what it was doing.
And Yao certainly did not come into his pants because of a bivalve. That would have been absurd.