The guys came in from outside, Zach carrying a box in front of him. My "coworkers," being immature clowns, I should have suspected something, but no.

"Rayne, you gotta see this snake we found!"

"What kind is it?"

"We're hoping you'll know, biology major."

I'd studied herpetology, so I knew I would. He carefully opened the box, and I peered in. Of course, duh! Zach's cock, hard and huge, which is why he'd been chosen! They expected shock, but I grabbed it and started stroking.

Twenty seconds later, he creamed the inside of the box.

"Premature Spitting Cobra," I said.