Frankie Goes To Holiday Pt 01

Frankie Goes to Holiday

This story reintroduces Frankie, the main character in the Student Bodies tale and the next stage of her life. There is absolutely no necessity to read that story in advance as this one holds up on its own. There is only a short catch-up, perhaps a couple of hundred words, of her life between the two stories. Like most of my stories, I apologise for the length. I never seem to know when to stop.

Chapter 1

This is Frankie again with the start of the next stage of my journey. Have you noticed nowadays how everyone calls it 'ones journey?' Well I thought I would be writing about the old gang's next holiday, probably not exotic, probably cheap and cheerful but packed full of sex.

Well funnily enough after Cindy and Josh announced their engagement, and Sarah & Chris had disappeared into their own little world, the rest of us stagnated a bit. Sure I still saw a lot of Lucy my BFF, and Penny and Krysta occasionally horse riding, and Mina because she hung out a lot with Penny & Krysta, but rarely the boys. I had made sure at first that I got shagged by Greg and Bruce fairly regularly but after a few months even they moved on. Jon, and a couple of the guys made an attempt at organising another holiday but I lost touch as soon as I said I couldn't go. My parents had split up, reasonably amicably and my mother changed her name back to her maiden name de Wolfe. She managed to borrow a small but attractive villa on Barbados and there was a bit of a three line whip on my sister and I to attend. Not too bad eh, the sex was non-existent but it was Barbados. My sister and I both decided in solidarity with Mum to change our name to de Wolfe as well. If I was entirely honest, it wasn't only in solidarity. Frankie Foxx had always felt like a strippers name and I had been teased unmercifully at school.

Wow. How things change.

I look back now and see how we are all spread around. We had all split and gone our separate ways after our course at Uni finished.

The younger girls, Penny, Krysta and Mina were still at Uni of course.

Lucy had gone back to her family in the Lake District and was looking for work in the tourist industry.

Hannah had gone back to her parent's home and set up a cake shop, café in the touristy Cotswolds and Yasmin had walked out on her family after they pressurised her to marry someone she didn't know. She was now living and working with Hannah temporarily while looking for a job to use her science degree.

Josh was working in Central London for an Insurance Underwriter, Pete surveying in Norfolk, Sarah was at a Museum in Edinburgh, Jon and Luther had gone travelling. They were currently in India. We were spread all over the world.

Me, I was lying in bed on a Wednesday morning with my dildo in my hand. Actually that is not quite true, part of it was in my hand, the other part firmly pushed where it was doing its best to make me forget I didn't have a job. I had been to yet another interview yesterday and I was pretty sure I had failed this one as well. This one hurt because I had contacted my father who had gone out a bit on a limb with an old friend and pulled a few strings for me, and I still didn't think I had got the job.

But then came the surprise.

The phone rang and my mother answered it before calling me.

'Frankie it's for you. It is Heath and Sons, where you went for the interview last week.'

I turned off the dildo, just in case she could hear it on the other end of the phone and answered on the extension in my bedroom.

'Thank you mum, Hi this is Frankie de Wolfe, Mrs Robinson?'

'Yes. Hello Miss de Wolfe. I promised that I would come back to you today with some feedback about your interview.'

The way she worded it already didn't sound too good.

'As much as we appreciated your personal introduction to our Bank we must regret that at this stage in your career you do not have the experience necessary for us to offer you a job. Your typing skills were really not up to speed and of course all our other PAs do have shorthand or speedwriting for dictation.'

I turned my vibrator back on low recognising where we were going.

'There is however one opportunity that I might suggest. We start clerical officer trainees in the Post Room and after six months consider whether they have a role to play as a junior in general banking. Would you be interested in that at all?'

Oh how are the mighty fallen. A top second at a good British university and the Post Room beckons. I just knew what my father would say however if I turned the job down. There was still a chance my mother might be listening on the other extension.

'That is very kind of you Mrs Robinson. I can understand that my skills are not up to the standards desired in the real world yet, so I suspect I have little choice but to start at the bottom. Thank you Mrs Robinson, I accept.'

'You do? I mean, you do, that is good.' She sounded a little surprised. Is it that bad I wondered?

'In that case Miss de Wolfe I will see you next Monday at eight thirty. Come straight to HR again and ask for me. I will put some stuff in the post for you. I should mention that your salary will not be as high as we were talking yesterday but I think you will find that although it is low to start with it can rapidly grow inside the Bank as you take more responsibility.'

I could see what was coming, the minimum wage.

'Delighted you are going to join us Miss de Wolfe. I will see you Monday.'

I was in two minds to tell her to poke her job, but instead settled down and turned up my dildo. I lay now on top of my duvet, legs spread and eyes shut, as my brain shuttled between the forthcoming orgasm and my new life at work. My wages were not even going to be enough to keep my horse in food so I would have to negotiate that with my Mother. It was going to be okay because my sister was riding him as much as I was and she had one more year before she went off to Uni. I idly wondered whether she was still a virgin. We were not really close. I realised that we hadn't been for years.

The object of my thoughts, my sister burst into the room and laughed as she snapped a picture of my dildo between my lips on her cell phone.

'I thought that's what the noise would be,' she said. 'Now you have to be nice to me or I will send your photograph to a few friends of mine and even Mum.'

I groaned, trying not to overreact and show her that I was worried. I wasn't really.

'Listen Dotty, my friends have all seen it before, your friends, will probably think it is you, and if you tell them it is me they will just wonder whether you look the same, whether you shave your pubes the same way, and, as for Mum, well she probably has one too.'

She looked a bit crestfallen that I wasn't upset.

'I have told you, don't call me Dotty anymore, my friends call me Dee or DeeDee as in Dee de Wolfe.'

I thought I would try to make up for a few lost years.

'Deal. I'll call you Dee, and start talking to you again, if you erase that photo. Passing shots like that around is downright infantile anyway. Are you still a virgin?'

She looked guiltily around her, listening to hear where Mum was.

She came in to the room, hit a couple of buttons on the phone and threw it to me. I checked that the picture had gone.

'Yes and no.'

I waited.

'I haven't been with a boy yet but the riding and ... well... a couple of sleepovers with those things, means that I don't have a... a hymen any more. I think the riding took it anyway. I never had a problem with a vibrator, not that it was that size though. I am pretty close to doing it with Tom I have been seeing him for six weeks now. I gave him a hand-job and he put a couple of fingers in me.'

I nodded sagely. 'Six weeks huh, that's not really long you know, especially as you are having a lot of fun already. Providing you help him come before he goes home you will keep him happy. Why not wait a bit longer. He will only tell all the other boys you know and then your reputation goes bang. And whatever you do don't get into the habit of sending selfies of your tits or anything else for that matter. He will only pass them around and then the same. Bang.'

She nodded wisely. 'I know. I have refused so far but he keeps sending me pictures of his.... penis.'

I laughed, 'I have heard the word cock and dick.' She smiled.

'I guess you have.'

'Is it long?' I pulled out my vibrator so that she could see it fully.

'Not that long, About two thirds I reckon? About that thick.'

'Six inches and slim,' I suggested. 'Don't worry. He will grow he is only what, seventeen, just?'

She nodded.

'His friend Alex is bigger. He was flashing it at the pool. In fact bigger than that one.'

'Big is good but it is not the only thing. It really is how they use it. How they kiss, how they use their lips on you. All sorts of things not just size. I had a friend at Uni... Oh it doesn't matter.'

'Oh go on tell.'

'Well, he had the biggest one I have ever tried or even seen. It was nearly a foot long and very thick. And yet it was good with him, but some of the others were just as good. It depends upon you and your mood and as I say how the rest of their game is.'

'Have you had a lot of sex?'

'I nodded, 'Quite a lot, in fits and starts. That month we all went to Spain I had a lot. Last year at Uni, probably only eight or nine times.'

'Did you fall in love with Randolph at riding? He said you did. He said that you and he made love twice a day for three weeks when you were home on holiday after that trip to Spain.'

'In his dreams. That's how boys talk if you get a bad one. Once I made out with him in the hayloft after mucking out. I was missing some of the guys from holiday. He was pathetic and I told him that was his lot.'

She smiled. 'Good. I hoped that was the case. I don't like him. He bragged about you to me, and then the same day tried to get me up there. I had one of the pitch forks for moving hay in my hands and told him where I would put it if he came any closer. He gives me the creeps.'

I smiled, put out my hand and pulled her to me. We cuddled. 'Me too. He was one of the very few I have had that I wish I hadn't. Get to know them really well first. Then you should enjoy it even if they are not skilled. That's why I say give Tom a bit longer to see whether he really likes you or is just waiting for you to put out.

We must talk like this more often, and go out sometimes, just you and me, and Tom if you like. I promise not to tease him. No I don't. I promise not to try to take him off you.'

'I'd like that.'

'I hope we can do this more but I have a job now. I start on Monday. At Heath and Sons, the Merchant Bank. Dad knows one of the Directors. I think that's how I got the job. You must come up and meet me for lunch. I will introduce you to some of the men I work with.'

'Are they nice?'

'I don't know silly. I haven't started yet. I'll keep an eye on them for you. Now go and get dressed. You have interrupted me in that most important meeting I was having.'

She laughed again.

'If that's the sort of important meeting you have I can't wait to meet your colleagues.'

I kicked her out of the room and went to get dressed myself and break the news to my Mother and then phone Father that I was no longer unemployed.

I duly started as a Post Room operative on the Monday. I wore my smart grey trouser suit and one inch heels. By the end of the day I had wished I wore trainers. I had walked around the entire bank about six times, delivering and collecting mail. It was not a big Merchant Bank but there were probably about one hundred and fifty employees of which eight were directors. And everyone seemed to have mail. I had been given a plan to show how everyone fitted into the hierarchy and another floor plan showing me where everyone sat. It was one of my responsibilities when walking round to see whether anyone was ever moved from one desk to another and then adjust the floor plan.

It wasn't long before I knew everyone. Generally they were pretty nice and would often stop and chat. Even most of the directors PAs were pleasant. The Chairman's PA Miss Graham and Mrs Robinson of HR were the only real exceptions, oh, and the room they called The Dealing Room.

There were about fifteen youngish men, mainly it appeared about twenty-five but certainly no older than forty in a very noisy room. They all sat with half a dozen screens in front of them and were often shouting and screaming at each other as they dealt. In fact that was the good times when they were dealing. When they were quiet and I went in, you could hear a pin drop. At first they all just watched me. Every move I made they sat and watched. They undressed me with their eyes. Soon they were chatting me up, and touching. Nothing likes the boys on holidays, but inappropriate stuff for the office. You know, shoulder, arm, waist, sometimes my bum, accidentally?

I had been warned about them and told not to fraternise. If only because if they were talking to me they could not be talking to their clients or brokers and might be missing business. I was very careful to give them the cold shoulder, in and out of the dealing room. I was also warned about going out with other members of staff. It was not allowed. Anyone marrying another employee would be sacked, or at the very least be expected to resign. It wasn't long though before you recognised the little liaisons that were going on. One of the Junior Directors, George Rowland, was having an affair with Mrs Robinson of all people. A few guys in the dealing room were infamous for shagging the receptionists and the girls in the Secretary Pool. The Secretaries kept telling me that I was next. The only reason that the boys in the Dealing Room did not have a reputation in the post room was that previously we had all been boys. I was the first girl to get the job.

But I had been warned about them and I was going to be as good as gold. I buddied up with the Secretaries pool. We used to go to lunch together, usually in twos or threes, sometimes on Fridays or other very quiet days in a group. Then we would go to the pub and get rowdy like girls always do together. That's when I learnt all the secrets.

They were very good and would also take it in turns to teach me a little speed writing. It was probably no quicker for me than regular writing but at least I could say that I could do it.

I had been there nearly six months when Mrs Robinson of HR phoned me early one Monday morning. 'Francesca come and see me immediately.'

I wondered what I had done wrong. I know I had got a little pissed last Friday lunchtime, but hell, I wasn't the only one.

I knocked.

'Francesca come in, what are you wearing? Mmm. That will have to do. Take your cardigan off. Mmm, your blouse is just a little see-through.'

I looked down.

'It will have to do. Francesca, come with me you are on reception this week, and if you do well, we will promote you to receptionist. Miss Browne has been dismissed. I will show you what to do.'

She did and by the end of the day I was the official Receptionist.

I now had a reason to dress and make up a little. Perhaps I should have done it earlier because within days of me wearing higher heels and shorter skirts all the directors, including the Chairman were smiling at me and within two weeks they were calling me Frankie and no longer Miss de Wolfe. The rumour mill of course went into action until we found out that Miss Browne had been caught in the ladies toilets with one of the cleaners. The outsourced cleaning company were told to replace him.

That was a bit of luck. I had started to flirt quite strongly with him myself. He reminded me of Luther of course. I used to daydream about what size his cock was. If he hadn't left I think it would only have been a matter of time before they caught me in there with him.

I was being chatted up very strongly by Graham, one of the dealers. But not one of the ones with a bad reputation. He seemed quite sweet. The six months I had been there had made me a little more blasé about the no dating rule. I had got the secretaries to check him out for me, as he was relatively new and unknown himself. He had passed all the tests. Not married. Well thought of. Earning a lot of money. They did in the dealing room. Ran a BMW convertible.

I eventually allowed him to take me to lunch and then a week later dinner. We kissed and made out a bit on the third date and everything was looking good.

A week later he asked me to go on holiday with me. I was stunned. We hadn't even fucked. By now I had almost convinced myself that I was a born-again virgin. That's how I felt. Maybe I was healing up.

'What sort of holiday are you thinking of?' I asked.

Love him, he looked embarrassed.

'Well, the Caribbean, you know Sandals type place, not actually Sandals, but a sort of couples resort. It would mean sharing a bed and ... err and... '

I laughed, 'Graham Hooper, if you are asking me what I think you are asking me, then.... I think you are trying to get me into bed.... I accept.'

He looked so relieved and started to stutter.

'I'm s..s..s..sorry. it's not the normal way I do things but, I need to go on holiday and be back before the end of October and I can afford somewhere nice ... and I really like you.... and.....'

I stopped him by kissing him.

'Look there are a couple of practical problems. First what about the rule that says I cannot go out with other employees?'

Well I think that is only about marrying, anyway between you and me, one of the reasons I need to take this holiday so soon is to use up some leave before I resign. I would be suspended otherwise as I have not taken two consecutive weeks off this year, and that is a very strong rule. So I might as well go on holiday. I have a new job offer at First State Bank of New York and will be resigning when I get back.'

I kissed him again. The other problem is that I have only been here seven or eight months myself and they may not give me two weeks just whenever I want it.'

'Well try for two weeks but I am pretty sure I could get a booking for just ten or eleven days. They take in guests Saturdays and Wednesdays, plus a day travelling each way so ideally you would need a maximum of fifteen days and restart on the Monday. We would need to leave very promptly Friday and go straight to the airport for the evening flight.'

We kissed excitedly.

'I will go and ask after lunch. I know I am in Mrs Robinson's good books as I have heard that I am doing a good job on reception, but I don't know how she will replace me.'

'I have an idea for that too. Jimmy on the next desk to me was telling me this morning that his sister is looking for a job as a temporary receptionist. I will wait until you have been in and asked, and then get him to ask Mrs Robinson if they have any vacancies.

I went straight back and asked and got the expected, 'Well I don't think we can spare you' routine. 'Come back tomorrow and I will have a look.'

Two good things happened. Firstly Mrs Robinson worked out that with the end of the year coming and a lot of people taking children's holidays it would be a good idea to have me away during term time.

Secondly while negotiating two weeks money for Jimmy's sister she enquired of a couple of agencies what a good receptionist earned. She came back and doubled my wages.

I know this was true because one of the head-hunters rang me later and asked if I was leaving as our Head of HR was checking on salaries.

I told them no, not at the moment but flirted and said I might be leaving soon and what would I expect? Wow.

This new salary would do me for the moment but I would be coming back looking for another raise soon, now that I knew what I was worth.

I was granted my two weeks and we realised that provided we left from here by five we could catch the ten pm flight to the US to make our connections.