Miss Sally's Place Fiction fragment by Clark Humphrey 6/23/97 Miss Sally's Place has had three or four Miss Sallys over the past 13 years. Turnover of "owners" (all of whom were well taken care of at the time of their "retirement") was a strategy by the house's shadowy investors to help prevent its shutdown. Another was incriminating evidence: the house's network of clients who refer new clients had, by now, included a few public officials, several local business hotshots, and the daughter of the newspaper publisher. Besides the usual outcall and less-than-usual incall escort services, Miss Sally's Place offered special clients (those with extra money, those with useful connections, and those with friends among the first two groups) special fantasy role-play experiences. Not the violent or humiliation-based role-plays you could get elsewhere, but sensuous experiences you could only get in the whole region at Miss Sally's Place. Miss Sally IV had herself previously been an expert in the role-play rooms. Her specialty: The immersion dance. In slow, Butoh-like motions, she and two other women would hover and glide around the client, seated on pillows on the floor in the room's center. The women wore sheer chiffon robes and capes, which included full head masks. The material was opaque when two layers thick, but fully sheer at just one layer. The dance took no less than twelve minutes, no matter how hurried the client claimed to be. The women gently flailed their robes up and down as they ever-so-slowly circling the room. For a moment, the client could see a breast but not a behind. Another moment: A full view of a backside, but no visible frontside. By the tenth minute, the client would finally realize the dancers' clockwise motions had been inching closer, with each one-minute revolution, toward the center, toward him or her. At exactly 12:00, the women, who by now were standing directly above the still-seated client, lifted their robes, and then themselves, over the client's head. From that point on the dance became more of an improvisation. The only set piece being the application of the condom, which had been heretofore hidden in a pocket in one of the women's robes.

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