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.

After nearly a decade of imprisonment, Corporate Man returns to find the economy in ruins and his deadliest enemies in control of all but a fraction of society's wealth. He embarks upon a quest to set right the wrongs of the business world; a task that will ultimately destroy him.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Chapter 15

FDR leapt over the banister, his eyes wild; teeth bared like a feral dog.  It was a three story drop to the lobby where a group of, what he called, “goons” were amassed.  A moment before he landed on top of them, he screamed.  The goons had time enough to glance upward before the collision.  They did not have a chance to understand what it was that they saw before unconsciousness claimed them.
Franklin Roosevelt in a dark, formfitting singlet stretched over a bulging pair of light colored tights.  His face was hidden behind a black domino mask.  The letters FDR were stitched across his chest and a metallic half-cape clung to his shoulders and draped to the small of his back.  His feet were bare.
“Corporate Man,” he yelled, his booming voice echoing throughout the corridors of the hotel.
“I’m here, Frank.  Got a bullet in my side but I’ll make it.”
“Where’s Deal Breaker Dan?”
“Don’t know.  I lost him in the scuffle.  Could be anywhere,” Corporate Man said.
“We have to stop him this time.  The people need the New Deal.  Our country’s future–”
Two gunshot blasts cut FDR short and dropped him to the floor.  Meaty wounds in his upper thighs spurted Roosevelt juice all over the polished floor.  Franklin squirmed across the lobby tile, seeking cover, leaving a ragged gash of dark across the white surface.
“Frank!” Corporate Man screamed.  He winced and clutched his bleeding side.
“Oh I’m afraid Mr. New Deal is in a bit of pain right now, Corporate Man,” Deal Breaker Dan said, stepping out from the shadows of his hiding place.  “Don’t worry, though.  He won’t suffer long.  You hear that, Roosevelt?  Your time has come.  We’ve reached an impasse here.  A deal breaker.”
Deal Breaker Dan followed the bloody trail to the courtesy desk where it led behind the long counter.  Then it vanished.
“What the–” Deal Breaker Dan said, snapping his head back and forth.  A drop of blood struck his face and he looked up just as FDR scurried over the banister above him.  “How did you…”
FDR thudded against the floor of the upper level.  He called down, “I have tremendous upper body strength.”
“Won’t change the outcome of this, Delano.  The country won’t get a New Deal.  The Great Depression’s reign will continue,” Deal Breaker Dan shouted.  Then he turned toward the elevators and walked right into Corporate Man.
“People like you are bad for business,” Corporate Man said delivering a viscous head butt.  He lifted Deal Breaker Dan above his head and then brought him down over his knee.  Deal Breaker’s spine cracked.  Grunts and wheezes struggled to escape his throat.