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.
Friday, April 19, 2013
They raced through the corridors, Bear Market snarling and gnashing at their backs. Business Woman was in the rear. She could feel the damp heat of sure death on her ankles as she ran.
“Which way?” Supply shouted as they approached a divergence in the trench labyrinth.
“I don’t know,” said Business Woman. “Just go. Go! GO!”
They turned right and kept running. Bear Market slammed into the corridor wall as his intended prey swept around the corner, but he was at Business Woman’s back again within a couple of strides.
“If we turn into a dead end we’ll encounter the literal meaning of that term,” said Demand.
Jaws snapped and snagged the back of Business Woman’s suit jacket. Bear Market jerked his head, tearing the dark blue fabric and disrupting her stride. She stumbled, then slammed into the floor and slid. Her speed carried her into an intersection of corridors. Supply and Demand turned left. Business Woman scrambled, redirected her momentum, and launched herself to the right. Bear Market’s teeth snapped on the empty air she’d occupied only seconds before. She yanked her jacket off, backed further into the corridor, and shook it like a matador.
Bear Market charged.
He was almost upon her when Business Woman jerked the jacket to the left and pivoted to allow the beast passage. Bear Market, anticipating the feint, bit toward the right. His jaws clamped down on empty air again as Business Woman leapt upward, slammed her palms onto Bear Market’s head, used it as a spring board, and vaulted over the charging ursine body. As soon as her feet touched the ground she streaked down the passageway after Supply and Demand.
She found her companions less than one hundred yards later.
At a dead end.
“We’re dead,” said Demand.
“No,” Business Woman said.
“We. Are. Dead,” said Demand, turning toward her.
“We can beat this thing,” said Business Woman.
“How?” asked Supply.
A roar echoed off the walls. Bear Market slowly crept around the corner and into view.
“Increase Supply on all necessary commodities,” said Business Woman.
“That won’t deter Bear Market,” Supply said.
“Just do it!” Business Woman shouted. Immediately, Supply started growing. “When prices plummet we’ll buy up everything, reverse it, and increase demand. I can then–”
“My PDA’s gone,” Business Woman said, rifling through her jacket. “It must have dropped–”
Bear Market slammed into them. A clawed, paw-shaped hand knocked Demand against the side wall. Blood flowed into the fabric of his purple jacket along four slashing lines. Bear Market’s other arm pinned Supply against the wall as he snapped his jagged mouth at Business Woman. She dodged the gnashing teeth, but, without hesitation, Bear Market jerked toward Supply and clamped down on her neck.
There was a sound that occurred during this moment. It wasn’t a terrified scream, like that of trapped prey or horror movie unfortunates. It was muffled, slightly gurgled, and similar to the noise a person makes after eating something distasteful or hot but finds they are unable to spit it out.
This sound came from Bear Market.
Supply was swelling.
Terrified and panicking, she was unable to think of anything other than my-god-a-huge-man-bear-is-killing-me. As her mass increased, so did the amount of blood in her system. Blood that Bear Market was feasting on. Blood that was gushing down his throat.
And he couldn’t let go.
His teeth were buried in her neck flesh, which was expanding and bloating. Bear Market’s back hunched. He thrashed, struggling to get free. His violent movements furthered Supply’s panic and her size doubled in seconds. Bear Market puffed up like a mosquito trapped in a camper’s arm.
“Supply! Calm down!” Demand shouted, his hand clutching the bleeding gashes on his side. But his shouts grew softer as his body shriveled and diminished. A moment later Supply’s body filled the trench. Demand was the size of rat.
Business Woman leapt onto Supply’s knee and climbed up to her shoulder. She grabbed Bear Market’s jaw and wrenched it, but nothing happened. Panic flashed in Bear Market’s eyes and she redoubled her efforts, tugging and prying and pounding on his snout.