It was 2:15 AM, and the doors to "Venus Unchained", strip club in Melbourne had been thrown open, a small stream of the dedicated clientele making their way to their cars. It had been a slow night for all of the girls, much as it had for a couple of weeks.
The girls were in a bad mood in general, as they conversely were making far less money than they were used to, and the owner of the club, Don DeLizo, wasn't cutting the girls any breaks.
"Come on, Don! It's not our fault," protested one of the dancers, handing the boss his cut of the money.
"Not my fault either," Don replied, counting the bills again and again, as though he thought she might try to short change him. He was a fat man with dark hair and olive skin, looking as though he had a fine layer of sweat covering him at all times. His beady eyes showed no sympathy to the young woman whose money he took.
"Don, come on, ain'tcha got a heart?" The girl asked again. She was a young asian girl, with light brown hair and smallish breasts, with slightly overdone makeup.
"Yeah," he replied, "That's why I haven't fucking fired you for this shit you're giving me. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind."
The young asian girl left quickly, joined by another dancer who walked her to her car. "Don't worry," the second told her, "Assholes like that always get theirs in the end."
"I wish the fucking ripper would get THAT asshole!" the asian girl said angrily.
The second dancer simply smiled, "Maybe he will," she said, "Maybe he will."