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.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Mr. Jones and Tanya wrenched the D.O.S. from the toilet seat and dragged him, bare assed, out onto the bathroom floor. A trail of foul slime traced his journey along the tile.
“Isn’t this one a real piece of work?” a deep burbling voice said with the mouth of the D.O.S. “Absolutely no consideration for the well being of others. Anything for that almighty dollar. But you know the best thing? There are thousands more, just like him, all across the city. And I can move through them all.”
A terrible gurgling boil sounded in the pit of the D.O.S.’s stomach. He thrashed and writhed and his body began to bloat. His shirt stretched taught across his expanding torso.
“Oh shit,” said Mr. Jones. “I think The Greed’s planning an explosive exodus.”
“Aw god, no. Count me outta this,” Tanya said, tossing her arms into the air.
“We can’t let him go.”
“Oh yes we can. He’s about to let go and I want no part of that.”
“Get back over here and help me,” Mr. Jones yelled.
Tanya cringed and moved back toward the D.O.S. A belch ripped from his mouth and she jumped back, shaking her hands as if flinging away something foul and watery.
“Come on. Don’t get all timid on me,” Mr. Jones said.
Tanya bit her lip, charged forward, and grabbed a hold of the D.O.S. His body shuddered and the gurgling sound intensified. The seems of his shirt tore in slow succession as the stitches gave way.
“Oh lord, Jesus,” Tanya shouted.
“Point his ass toward the corner. Away from the drains,” Mr. Jones said.
The two maneuvered the D.O.S. so that his backside faced the tiled corner. The possessed executive struggled against them, bucking and frothing and swelling. Then he stopped moving, except for his lips which quivered slightly with a small tremor. The tremor became a shake and the shake turned into a spasm which racked his entire body.
The D.O.S. opened his mouth wide. The sound was like walruses mating in a tub of pudding. Mr. Jones and Tanya closed their eyes, flinching away from the impending catastrophe; Tanya screaming about the nastiness of it all. Then a deep hiccupping wretch belched from the D.O.S.’s esophagus and a fire hose of vomit spewed from his mouth.
“AH! Ah god it stinks. Ah god!” Tanya yelled.
The vomit splattered against the wall behind them but did not leak down to the floor. Instead, it slithered upward into a vent and slurped through the grilled opening. And was gone.
Tanya yanked the D.O.S. away from Mr. Jones, discarding the limp form roughly into one of the stalls. She yelled, shook her arms, and kicked her legs. The she took a deep breath, repeated the exercise, and stomped into an open stall.
“I need to pee!”