"No. I'm too afraid. You saw what they did to my boyfriend. If I'm pregnant I'll get an abortion and just hope I didn't catch anything worse than crab lice."
"Honey, you're at least the third woman who has been raped at that filthy dive in the last few weeks, and those are just the ones I have seen. I suspect there were others who weren't hurt badly enough to get treatment or went somewhere else. My husband is a cop, and the police would love to shut it down, but they can't act if citizens won't make complaints. You might be able to save someone else from being hurt if you make a report."
"Ok, I'll think about it," Lisa said.
Later that night Rick pulled Lisa into his arms and looked into her little pixy face that was bruised from being slapped and said, "Honey, I am so, so sorry I ever asked you to go to that hellhole."
"I'm sorry I agreed to go. You couldn't have known. Please don't blame yourself. What do you think of the suggestion that we make a police report?" Lisa asked.
"I don't know, but Monday I'm going to talk to the firm's lawyer and see if she has any ideas."
It turned out she did. The mayor and city council were aware of the club's reputation, and the city attorney was more than glad to hear Lisa and Rick's account of conditions in the club and began an investigation.
THREE WEEKS LATER the doctor gave Lisa a clean bill of health and said, "I think you should go out of town to have the abortion just in case that pervert is stalking you. I can refer you to a doctor in Centerville. Since your attacker has this obsession with impregnating women he might try to stop you. You can go out the rear entrance of this building, take a cab to the women's shelter and leave from there. Someone from the shelter will make sure you aren't followed to the bus station.
"I'm really glad you and Rick decided to get the city council involved. They have been worried about this sex club situation for a long time, but those criminals have their victims so intimidated it has been hard to get anyone to come forward."
SIX WEEKS LATER Rick muted the TV, turned to Lisa and began squeezing her gorgeous buns. Even though Lisa had restraining orders against Oskar and the four bouncers she was afraid to stay in her own apartment, so the couple had decided Lisa should move into Rick's apartment for safety's sake. Just thinking about her ass could give him a hard on. He nibbled her ears and stuck a finger in her pussy. He mounted her and began gently stroking in and out. Lisa had been spooky about sex ever since she was raped, but Rick was very gentle with her. They were cuddling in the afterglow, idly watching TV when a crawl crossed the bottom of the screen: "Slaying in sex club results in five arrests."
The next morning they could hardly wait till the newspaper came. The story they were most interested in had made the first page: "Last night a jealous wife attacked her husband at Mimi's Sex Club and was fatally injured when four employees of the club went to the man's aid. Witnesses said the woman began screaming when her husband and a female client of the club headed for a private room. She jumped on his back and began scratching and kicking him. The four club employees and the husband knocked her to the floor, and the men began kicking her. A witness noticed she wasn't moving and eventually persuaded the men to leave her alone. Paramedics were called and determined that the woman was dead, perhaps from a broken neck. The client and four club bouncers were already under investigation for assaulting another woman about two months ago. All five were arrested and are in jail awaiting trial. The club is closed and is not expected to reopen."