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, September 26, 2014
He had his pants around his ankles, to throw off anyone who came into the bathroom and peeked under the stall door. He had a needle in his arm, the plunger pushed all the way down. This was the last of his supply. Hot wet bliss washed over him and he writhed on the toilet seat, hands clawing at the stall walls. He would regain his senses momentarily, but for now there was no time, there was no place, there was no Corporate Man.
There was only Bonus.
Sweet luxurious Bonus.
His head lolled back and his feet twitched. And then it was over. He pulled up his pants and went back to his desk. He called Betty into his office and informed her that, with Tess leaving, he was going to have to increase her work load, almost double it in fact. She didn’t cry. Not yet. He admired her for that. She would save those tears for her cubicle. She didn’t protest either and for that he detested her. No spine. Perhaps she deserved this. And maybe it would help her in the long run. Make her stronger. Yes. Despite everything, he was still doing good work.
The itch came upon him near the end of the day, followed by slight tremors. His mouth went tangy and his spit went thick. Payday was three days away. There was no way he could make it that long.
He paced his office for twenty horrible minutes. He chewed his nails and scratched at his neck. Several times he took his shoes off. His socks were damp. Things were wiggling between his toes. He was sure of it. But when he took his socks off there were no worms, no beetles, no fleas.
He blinked at the light and at the sweat trying to run into his eyes.
He blinked and his office was gone. He was in cubicle land, marching toward the bosslady’s office. Toward Corporate Whore. He didn’t bother knocking when he arrived. Part of him hoped that she would jump a little when he burst in on her. She did not. She was behind her desk, arms crossed, staring at the door. As if she expected him.
“I was expecting you,” she said. “You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would, actually. Where are you shoes?”
“In my office. With the sock worms.”
“Fleas, spiders, whatever. Don’t try to confuse the issue.”
“And what issue would that be?”
“Yes, I meant to commend you on your work. This paycheck should see our largest bonus yet. Thanks largely to you.”
“Look, I’ve done my job. I need you to front me a little to get me by.”
“So let’s negotiate terms. What’s a reasonable rate of payback? Two to one?”
“That’s capitalism. The law of supply and demand.”
“Right. What I wouldn’t give for their help right now,” Corporate Man muttered.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Nothing. Two for one. It’s a deal.”
Corporate Whore smiled and slid open the top drawer of her desk. She produced a small green bottle between her thumb and index finger. “There are ten doses in here. You owe me twenty on payday. Which shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve seen the figures. Even after you pay me back you’ll have more than enough for the next two weeks.”
Corporate Man grabbed the bottle and stormed back to his office.