Jerry -- A Korpsmas Carol -- Part One
Jeremy Fellows, the President of Lelland and Fellows Art Co. is about to take his graphics design company in a new direction. He’s going to fire all his artists and replace them with AI. But his retired partner, Guy Lelland has other ideas, and he’s enlisted The Korps to help him. Can the sexy villains fix Jeremy’s broken heart and save a bunch of artists from the street?
In part one, Jeremy meets The Korps and is invited to play Scrooge in their rendition of "A CHristmas Carol." (Well, more like volun-told really.) His secretary is invited to have a cup of cocoa.
Set in the style of “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens, “Jerry” will take your heart apart, clean it up and put it back together. We know you’ll feel purer by the end!
STAVE THE FIRST
“Alice, you are forbidden to discuss this memo beyond these walls until it is sent on Christmas Eve morning. Do you understand?”
“Or what sir?” the otter girl replied.“You’ll fire me too?”
“Ah, I see you found your own name in the list.” The old bear chuckled. “Well Alice, Lelland and Fellows Arts has many customers and some of them are obligatory predators. And some of them are willing to disregard predation laws, even advocate repealing them. It would be a shame for your family if you were to… go missing on Christmas Eve, don't you think?”
Alice looked at Jeremy Fellows as if he himself was stalking her.
“You wouldn't,” she pleaded, “even you wouldn't…”
“Wouldn't I?”
Her lower lip trembled. “You would,” she whimpered.
“So what will you do?”
“I won't say a word about the memo. Sir,” she added, hastily.
“Until?”
“Ever, sir.”
“Until it's sent, Alice. I don't give a rat’s ass what you say about it after all the employees on the list have been officially fired.
“That will be all, Ms. Smilee. Type up the memo and have it ready to send by private email first thing in the morning, then you may retire for the evening. Oh, and Alice?” Jeremy smiled a smug, predatory smile, “Have a happy Christmas.”
Jeremy chuckled in his throat, right up until the door to his office opened. His face fell in shock at what was waiting on the other side. At first Alice ignored the sudden change in his expression, wanting only to get the hell away from him. Then, turning to go through the door, she saw it, too and stopped dead in her tracks.
There were two of them; two wolves, two very big wolves, one male, one female, standing blocking the exit. Both wore nothing but a visor and black nanochain armour that showed off so much, so very much of their figures and hinted so very broadly at what it didn't actually show, coating their coats like black latex. Jeremy hardly needed to glance at their faces to know exactly who they were. As a (former) graphics designer, he knew the colour of their visors by heart; Pantone #c74375, Forbidden Fuchsia, the colour of The Corpse, (or however those terrorist perverts pronounced that K word.) Oh, and they each wore a silly, superfluous Santa hat.
“It's okay sweetie,” the female cooed. “We won't let the big, bad capitalist chud feed you to his clients. Hey, know what might make you feel better? Go down to the table beside the break room, get a big ol' mug of hot cocoa and tell Agent Tap all about it. She's a nice otter.”
“Otter?” said Alice.
“Uh huh. Just tell her the wolves at the door sent you.”
The two wolves ushered Alice out of the room with surprisingly gentle hands on her shoulders. They seemed to be honestly friendly towards her. (Yeah, Jeremy would just bet those perverts were “friendly.”) They stepped inside and the male unrolled a short scroll.
“Jeremy Peter Fellows,” he read, “you are invited to attend a modern day performance of Charles Dickens ‘A Christmas Carol’ starring yourself as Ebeneezer Scrooge. Our follies will take place in the break room at once. Attendance is mandatory…”
“Or what?”
The big wolf sighed.
“Or we pick you up by your armpits and carry you there,” the female replied.
For a few seconds Jeremy hesitated, but at last he stood and approached the agents.
“Does it have to be the break room?” he grumbled.
“Yes,” they replied together.
“The place is a pigsty.”
“And who's fault is that?” said the male.
“You know nothing about how pigs live,” the female added.
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A wolverine wearing nanochain and a visor like the wolves, stood at the front door to the break room. He issued each wolf a gas mask.
“I'm taking one of those!” Jeremy declared.
“No you're not,” the wolverine replied. “You created the stench in there, you can fuckin’ well bear it.”
“Bear it! You don't seem to understand that you're talking to a full grown brown bear!”
“And you're talkin’ to a full grown north american most weasel. I eat fuckin’ brown bears for lunch. G’wan sucker, the follies ‘r waitin’.”
The two wolves grabbed Jeremy by his arms and pushed him towards the front door. As they passed the wolverine, he noticed his secretary with another otter girl, (in a showy, tan, one piece bathing suit), by a table near the back door, along with an american badger, (the mean-looking kind), and a mostly white bunny boy.
“Don't worry sweetie,” the other otter was saying. “By the time we're through with that ol' meanie pants, you’ll hardly even recognize him…”
Then he was through the door and into the break room.
(CONTINUED IN “STAVE TH SECOND”)
(NB. Copyright notices can be found at the end of the final chapter.)