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.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Chapter 114

“I can’t believe we’re just walking in,” said Business Woman.
“I’m tired of the games.  And besides, not only is this the simplest, most expedient solution, but it’s also the most unexpected,” Corporate Man said.
“Is that because we just performed similar maneuvers at their north side office and they wouldn’t expect us to try it twice in one day?” Business Woman asked. 
Corporate Man did not reply.
Business Woman shook her head and said, “These are the same people that left you mindless and pooping yourself in a hospital for a decade.”
“A decade?” Franklin Buck asked.  “And wait, wasn’t his awakening a recent thing?  How are you even walking?  Your legs should be atrophied and you–”
“Well put, Business Woman,” Corporate Man said quickly, raising his voice.  “That they did.  And I would like some vengeance for that, but this is less about me and more about saving the economy.  Let’s go.”
They climbed out of the conveniently acquired van and marched across Jacob Center Plaza toward the tower.  Supply and Demand stood on either side of the bossman, each gripping one of his wrists.  Senior Executive and Fair Wage followed closely behind.  Franklin Buck the Dollar Man and Business Woman flanked Corporate Man who was at the lead.
Franklin Buck felt a bit queasy being in such company.  He wondered if he had what it took to stand with heroes like these.  Heroes he’d idolized as a kid.  He wondered if his father would have been proud.  He wondered who they would cast as him if they ever made a movie about these events.  And then he pictured them all walking together toward the tower, up against the mighty corporate conglomerate, odds stacked against them.
This would be shot in slow motion.  He was quite certain of that.  And in the movie there would be a strong breeze and, Hollywoodized as it would undoubtedly be, they would all have capes and masks and those capes would billow about while the music swelled.
And then they were climbing the steps up to the lobby entrance and Franklin Buck the Dollar Man wondered if all of those heroic types in all of those movies also fought triumphantly to keep the contents of their stomachs stationary and squeezed like crazy to keep their bladders from dousing the crotch of their suits.