"Please, Don; I've got friends that have been there and I just want to see it."
"Kathy....."
"Please, Don, Pleeeease; I really want to see it once, just so I can at least say I've been there." She started giving me puppy dog eyes. Kathy is a person who I never would have thought would give anyone puppy dog eyes. Against my better judgment I agreed to take her, but I had a major bad feeling about it, as I had heard about some of the things that go on in those clubs.
"Okay, but you have to
promise
to stay close to me."
"I promise, I promise," and she skipped along like a little girl.
The place we went to was an old warehouse, and the parking lot was jammed full. We had to pay a forty dollar cover charge at the door! When we came in I was shocked. The music was deafeningly loud and the crowd was totally out of control. There were at least three raised platforms with cages. Within the cages were completely naked women. Two of the women that I could see were dancing, but the other one was sitting on a chair and screwing herself with a dildo. I bent down to Kathy's ear, "They must pay a lot of money for the strippers."
"No, I heard that they're all customers; they just volunteer when they get here. I guess they're exhibitionists and this is how they get off." It takes all kinds I guess. At the bottom of each platform were some really big guys, one per platform. I imagined that was to give the ladies some extra protection, which made me feel a little better about the place, but I was still scared for Kathy. Some of the legal clubs we had already gone to had me feeling terribly uncomfortable, this place completely raised my hackles, my Spider Sense (trademark Marvel Comics) was tingling and I was afraid of spiders! I really wanted Kathy out of this wild, noisy, illegal club and back to someplace safe, but I've always been overprotective of my friends and loved ones.
Kathy and I worked our way through the crowd and we got a couple of soda waters. She got separated from me for just a moment by three college age guys. They closely surrounded her and it almost seemed like a practiced move, which gave me a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started moving in on them when they broke apart and vanished into the crowd. That incident put me on edge for the rest of the night and it reminded me of the time years ago when three assholes tried to snatch Barbara.
We drank our soda waters and danced to a couple of numbers when we decided we had seen enough and it was time to go.
"Don, I'm not feeling very well, I'm feeling kind of funny and I'm a bit dizzy. I'm going to the ladies room and I'll be right back." I followed her to the ladies room door, located in a narrow hallway in the back of the building, and I tried to wait for her right there. Opposite the ladies room door was the entrance to the men's room. The hallway between the two doors continued on for a short distance and ended at an exit door. A bouncer stood in front of the exit door. There were so many people, especially ladies to whom I'm always polite, trying to get to the rest rooms that I got pushed out of the way and forced back almost twenty feet, but I still kept my eyes glued to that door.
When Kathy came out, she had her hand to her head and was moving unsteadily. Suddenly the men's room door opened and those three college punks from earlier came out, grabbed Kathy and hustled her out the back door right past the bouncer. He didn't do a damn thing to stop them, he even moved out of their way so they could get by!
I started moving as soon as they grabbed her. The bouncer tried to stop me.
"Buddy, you can't use the back door, you have to go......" I didn't bother slowing down to argue with him, he had to be in on it judging by the way that he had let them grab Kathy and leave. I was moving fast and hard and I think he managed to hit me once before I grabbed his face and rammed the back of his skull into the wall as hard as I could and then I was out the door.
I ended up in a dead end alley. The alley was dark, but there was a light over the door giving me enough illumination to see that there were a lot of large steel trash dumpsters and one parked car. Two of the assholes were loading Kathy, who was weakly struggling against them, into the rear seat of the car while the third was getting into the driver's seat. The alley was L shaped with the car parked in the very short lower arm of the L.
I wouldn't be able to stop a car, but the dumpsters could.
There was one near me and I quickly hit the brake release on the wheels on my side. Then I pushed it as hard as I could to block the car in. I knew it wouldn't be enough by itself, but the driver seemed reluctant to damage his car at first, so he stayed put. As quickly as I could I pushed the other three dumpsters over by the first one, thoroughly blocking the car in. Now they were trapped and the dumpsters were positioned in such a way that if the car pushed against them the dumpsters would in turn be rammed up against the concrete block walls of the alley and jammed in place.
I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. I reported the kidnapping, gave our location, the license number of the car, my name, Kathy's name and the number of kidnappers. The police told me to hang on and they'd be right there. I told them there was no time because it was happening right now! I left my cell phone connected to them and set it down close to the wall of the alley next to a hand-sized piece of a concrete block. I picked up the piece of block and ran for the trapped car.
Even though he was trapped, the frightened driver began moving the car rapidly back and forth as soon as he saw me coming, making it unsafe for me to be alongside it. I waited for my opportunity and jumped onto the trunk of the car and from there I made my way quickly over the roof and onto the hood of the car where I could finally use my left hand to hang on to either the wipers or the lip of the hood. Using my right hand and the piece of block, I started to smash the windshield. I thought about smashing the driver's side window, which would have been faster, but it would have been a far more difficult and dangerous location from which to launch an attack on the driver while stuck on the hood of the car. I could hear Kathy weakly screaming from inside the vehicle. The car was jammed in so tightly, that it couldn't move more than about four feet forward and back, and only a little from side to side.
Even so, there was no way that I could have safely stayed on the ground! The car was jerking back and forth, bashing into the dumpsters that were in turn bashing into the alley walls. It was a terrifying ride, made more so by the screeches and crashing noises made by the impacts with the dumpsters. The lurching car almost threw me off many times, but somehow I managed to stay on. I wasn't scared for myself, I was scared for Kathy. It was like she was in the belly of snarling, screaming beast that I had to rip open and pull her from. NOBODY FUCKS WITH MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS! Furiously, I continued to smash the windshield until I had hole in it. The three assholes inside were yelling in a complete panic. From their appearance in the club they hadn't looked like the sort to carry guns, and I was sure glad that I had guessed right. This had probably all been a game for them, as far as they were concerned, with no consideration for their victim's feelings. Now it was all too real for them with the apparent forces from hell about to descend upon them, namely me!
I wondered why they didn't just get out the car and maybe grab a tire iron to attack me. It wouldn't have worked, even if they had, because as soon as they would have stopped the car and gotten out, I would have played "Hulk smash puny humans!" I was much stronger than most average guys and there was no way that I would hold myself back like I do when sparring with Phil. Maybe they could sense that, or maybe they were unfamiliar with fighting and just plain afraid!
Punching through the hole as abruptly as I could, I smashed the driver in the face with my piece of concrete. He tried to dodge, but I got him good on the left side of his face and he screamed. With him temporarily stunned, the car stopped moving. I then quickly smashed the driver's side window and was surprised that it shattered really easily;
are they meant to do that?
During all this time Kathy was screaming and the other two assholes were yelling incoherently. I wasn't paying any attention to their words, though.
I slid off the hood of the car, reached in to hit the unlock button, and threw the driver's door open as hard as I could, hoping to rip it off its hinges. I've heard of people doing that before. I didn't quite succeed, but I didn't think that that door would ever close properly again. Reaching into the car, I pulled the keys out of the ignition and threw them away. The driver was huddled on the far side holding his bleeding face and moaning.
The remaining two assholes in the back seat with Kathy tried to play games with the rear door locks, attempting to delay me from getting at them. They were screaming and yelling things at me, but I had no time to listen. After a few seconds of me playing with the power unlock button on the driver's door (good thing I hadn't ripped it off), I timed it right and got the back door open. Kathy was sandwiched between the two jerks. I grabbed the one closest to me and threw him as hard as I could into the wall of alley where he hit with a thud and slid to the ground in a heap. The other creep was still hanging onto the partially unclothed Kathy, trying to use her as a shield. I reached past Kathy, grabbed him by the throat with one hand and started to pound his head against the door window until he released her. I then pulled Kathy from the car and carried her clear. She was sobbing hysterically. I figured when those three creeps boxed her in earlier in the club they must have dropped something into her drink. You hear about that happening all the time nowadays. Then they just waited for their chance. It probably didn't help their plans that Kathy hadn't had a drop of alcohol all evening.
Reaching the wall by my cell phone, I put my back to the wall and slid down, setting my butt in the muck of the alley. I cradled Kathy with my left arm while I used my right to pick up my cell phone. My hands were a bloody ruin, but they still seemed to be working.
I got back on the phone, described the current situation and asked for police and ambulances. Kathy was shuddering and sobbing the entire time, occasionally saying, "Thank you". I was shaking almost violently too, I had been so afraid for Kathy. The amount of blood leaking from my hands had me a bit concerned, too. I was worried that I would become weak from the blood loss and be unable to protect Kathy until the cops showed up. Maybe I should have tried to get to my car, but the whole area seemed so unsafe that I was afraid to try. Also, I wanted to keep an eye on this spot because I knew that those three rapists were still trapped in the back of the alley and I wanted them prosecuted and thrown in jail!
