Corporate Man is called in to investigate reports of vile, unethical business practices at Great American Business Company. What he finds there just might destroy him (except we all know the ending to The Tragic Death of Corporate Man so it should be fairly obvious that it can't really destroy him, though it can come close).
Enslaved by the Bonus Whores is an all new Corporate Man Adventure Serial. Chapters will post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Monday, January 16, 2012
The pee pee in Mr. Smith’s pants was no longer a comfort. It had been left unattended in all the commotion that resulted from Mr. Smith’s outburst. He had declared the current status of his lower region in clear and certain terms, the response to which had been quite overwhelming, however the wet crotch which had nabbed such attention had not yet been attended.
The irony was lost on Mr. Smith.
He growled and then glared at his lap. Then he growled some more. He employed this tactic several times without success. When the effort failed once again he let out a whine, much like a dog with a full bladder crying out for a master long overdue for return. Unlike the anxious dog the contents of Mr. Smith’s bladder, long since released, were a problem only because it was cold and soggy around his thighs at present.
Mr. Smith was also hungry. He had not been wheeled to breakfast but was, instead, returned to his room amidst a crowd of shouting hospital administrators and doctors. The clamor eventually died down with only the occasional raised voice passing by his door.
Mr. Smith wished Mr. Spittle would come by for visit. But, with all the growling and urine, Mr. Spittle had stayed away.
There were voices outside his door again.
“No. I’m sorry. No one is allowed to see Mr. Smith.”
“And why not?”
“Ma’am I don’t make policy. I just do what they tell me.”
“I’m a close personal friend.”
“You could be his mother and I still couldn’t allow you inside.”
“Is this a question of money?”
“No Ma’am. And you best be on your way.”
“Is it sex? Will sex get me in?”
“Bitch you’re crazy.”
“Come on. Just let me in.”
“No unauthorized personnel to see Mr. Smith. Period.”
Mr. Smith. That was him, Mr. Smith thought. At least that’s what everyone was calling him. He didn’t feel like a Smith though. And why was he now comprehending himself as a named entity? And just why was he in this hospital? And for that matter, why–
“Oh oh oh,” Mr. Smith said at the sudden, and very distracting, appearance of Mr. Spittle.