Foreword
I hope none of you will mind a slight change of format for this particular item from our Case Book.
As you know, I have a somewhat, privileged position in The Specialist Club. I more or less started the thing. or at least I was one of the founding members; I've put up a good bit of the necessary cash; and I'm the cousin of Charles Spencer the Secretary. (nobody knows this, of course: and I'll trouble you not to let the information out, if you please!). I suppose most people regard me as a sort of ex-officio President. not that we have one formally, and even if we did I'm sure lots of people would do it better than I! Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that people seem to talk to me reasonably freely; and this includes the staff as well as the members.
Those of you who've been reading our Case Bock will know who Fanny is. the Club's dresser. (though really 'undresser' would be more appropriate!) She looks after the girls 'before' and 'after', and is really quite an indispensable feature of our Saturday orgie. I may have told you that Charles and I have her pretty well under our thumbs since we're the only people we know who she really is, and that there's still a valid warrant out against her for what happened in her brothel in Boston. So Fanny's an enthusiastic member of the team, as it were. because she has to be, or else!
Actually, to do the old girl justice, I think she's quite genuinely fond of us at the Club. Of course, she's always pointing out that we're not as grand an outfit as her place in Boston was in the old days. And I must say she's most interesting when she gets going. especially when she's got a few drinks under her belt! I was down in her room the other day helping her punish a bottle of Scotch and listening to her yakking away in that clipped upper-class Boston accent of hers, when it suddenly struck me just how interesting she really is. and the idea came to me that you might be amused by some of her little stories. She didn't raise any objections when I put the suggestion to her. as a matter of fact, I think she rather welcomed the idea of being back in the limelight again, even if only in print. so I formed up next day with a tape-recorder and a couple of bottles, and let her talk her head off over the next 48 hours.
All I've done, really, is edit the stuff. divide it up into suitably-sized chunks, cut out the repetitions and purely personal reminiscences, remove all clues as to her real identity, and so on. I hope you'll find the result as interesting as I do! I've left her story in the first person: so just remember that the I in the coming pages doesn't refer to me as it usually does, but to Fanny, now dresser to The Specialist Club, and formerly Madam of Boston's most exclusive brothel.
Good reading to you!
Max Douglas.