Sara loved her job. She just hated the senseless violent crime that frequently occurred in the urban neighborhood.
Managing one of the trendiest nightclubs in St. Louis, she got to spend her evenings rubbing elbows with rock stars, actors, and many of the city’s elite. Her boss converted an old warehouse by the docks into a fantasy world for their guests. It kept costs down, but it also made for a pretty treacherous walk down to the parking lot at 4am.
Sara’s boss really cared about her, since she kept the place running so smoothly. She refused to let him pay for a car service so he gave her a Stun Master 300-S stun gun. She remembered how he asked her to hold it by the strap when walking down the block, “just in case.” The Stun Master 300-S non- lethal self defense weapon would stop any assailant in their tracks if needed for personal protection.
One Saturday night while working in St. Louis, Sara couldn’t wait to get home. It felt like she spent the whole night breaking up arguments and kicking drunken guys out of the club. As she marched up the block to her car, two of those guys dropped out of the shadows.
“Hey, you!” called the tall one. Sara knew from her years of experience not to bother responding.
“You think you’re too good to serve us? You think you’re too good to talk to us?” shouted his companion.
The tall one slid right in front of Sara, blocking her path. She clutched her car’s key fob in one hand while she dug her other hand into her satchel and wrapped it around the strap of her Stun Master stun gun.
“Where do you think you’re going?” asked the tall one, while the other man just snickered. He lunged for Sara’s left hand, and she pressed the panic button on her car remote. Wailing horns pierced the silence of the back alley.
As her attacker gripped her left arm, she lunged at him with the Stun Master stun gun. Even though he held on to Sara, she couldn’t feel any of the 300,000 volts flowing into his body. As he fell, his other hand knocked the Stun Master stun gun away from Sara. It snapped free of the wrist strap and landed on top of him as he curled up on the ground.
The smaller attacker leaped at his buddy and grabbed the Stun Master stun gun.
“I’ll show you!” he cried, as he pounced on Sara. He dug the Stun Master into her abdomen and tried to activate it, not realizing that the wrist strap also serves a s a disable pin – once the Stun Master stun gun left Sara’s hands, it was useless.
Tina didn’t get her job on looks alone. She kicked her attacker in the shin and clocked him on the jaw as a pair of St. Louis police officers raced to the scene of the struggle. She made a mental note to thank her boss for the gift – and to ask for a raise.
Crime Is Real, Don’t Be a Victim!
P.S. protect yourself from attackers at close range with the same powerful Stun Master 300-S that Sara used.