A Man Named EncoreI was deeply interested in those enigmatic fantasy providers who existed in the twilight years of the former capital. What a name! Dumb Waiter.
At first, it was difficult to trace the source behind the agency, the “executive power,” so to speak. There was evidently good planning and secrecy. Somebody was collecting true-life erotic fantasies through the post, then sending out very committed, half-dressed and sometimes naked fieldworkers to meet the need. And why did I think of that person as a her?
Anyway, my accounts were mostly secondary, provided by women and men who had experienced the services. As well as one or two employees of the said concern, whom I later managed to track down.
Somewhere around 1998 this business, this “association” as it called itself, stoppe
