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.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Chapter 43

The bossman was having trouble keeping his car at an acceptable rate of speed.  He prided himself on traveling at least twice the speed limit of whatever roadway he found himself traveling on.  At the moment, that would have been sixty miles per hour, but for some reason the teenaged punk in front of him was topping out at thirty-five.  Worse, when there was no possibility of passing, the prick slowed down to twenty.  The bossman though he saw little beedy bastard eyes in the kid’s rearview mirror, eager to spot the brimming hostility of the following vehicle’s pissed off driver, taking pleasure, no doubt, in any irritation he created.
The bossman wished he had the self control to deny the teenager this joy, but every time a passing opportunity opened up, peach-fuzz would hit the gas and the bossman would reflexively pound the steering wheel.  Why did someone to whom pubic hair was still a novelty have a faster car than him?  The bossman punched his dashboard.  He wouldn’t even be out here driving around if his office wasn’t such a mess.  Still, it might afford some benefits.  Should a report come through concerning Corporate Man, he would be in a better position to–
The street opened up into two lanes.  The bossman swerved into the vacant one and slammed on the gas.  His pubescent tormentor matched his acceleration until they caught up to another car.  One which happened to be in the bossman’s lane, forcing him to slow down.  He glanced over and saw the young boy, and his pack of acned passengers, cackling.
“Asshole!” the bossman yelled.
The teenager slowed his car down, matching the pace of the vehicle currently blocking the bossman’s forward progress.  A thunderstorm of abuse rained down across the bossman’s innocent, though not quite unsuspecting, car’s interior.