Fanny Hill

My name is Frances Hill.

But all who know me call me Fanny. l was born in a small village

some 200 miles from London. My parents were poor, but honest,

but whilst l was still a young girl they were carried off by the smallpox.

Leaving me defenceless and almost destitute.

My fortune contained in a pouch consisted of just 1 7 shillings,

and my sole possessions could be packed in a carpet bag.

Having paid my fare and clutching both bag and pouch in my hands,

l had boarded the stagecoach

to seek my fortune in London.

My poor country upbringing had not prepared me for the surprises

which lay in store.

l had already discovered, however, some of those surprises

had best be avoided.

Oh! - Here, sir.

There‘s a timepiece. - Yes.

Oh dear, l‘m sorry. l‘m sorry, sir. l didn‘t mean you any harm.

You leave me alone. You‘ve caused me enough trouble already.

Get out of my way. Go away.

Now young miss, can we help you? - Oh no, thank you.

Hey, stop. Oome back, hey, stop! - Help, help.

l‘ve been robbed. Me watch and me purse. - lt‘s that girl there. She done it.

Stop that thief. After her.

Stop that chief. - Hoi!

Stop that chief!

Stop her!

She‘s a thief! Stop her!

What‘s the matter, dearie? - Oh, l‘ve been robbed.

l‘ve nothing left but what l‘m wearing. l‘m all alone

and nowhere to go. - What you need is a job, dearie.

Now how will l go about that? - Oh, it‘s easy enough, a strong

handsome young woman like yourself. The place you want is over there.

lt‘s the lntelligence Office. lt‘ll cost you two shillings.

Do you have the money? - l‘ve very little.

That‘s enough. You‘ll need that shilling to give the lady inside.

But l don‘t even know if there‘s jobs to be had.

And you won‘t find out without asking. Now off you go.

Over there.

What do you want? - Please ma‘am. l want work.

Where‘s your shilling? - Here, ma‘am.

Name? - Fanny. Fanny Hill.

Where do you live? - Please, ma‘am. l just got here.

Have you no friends or relatives? - No, ma‘am.

Well, you don‘t look very strong, not built for hard work.

l‘ll do anything l‘m asked. - Go and sit over there.

You‘ll have to take your turn. - Just a minute.

Turn around, dear. Turn round.

So you‘re looking for a place. - Oh yes, ma‘am,

and a chance to please. - Well, l...

l am looking for a servant. What‘s your name, dear?

Fanny, ma‘am. - London is a vile, a wicked place.

You don‘t keep bad company, l trust?

Oh no. l don‘t keep any company at all. - Well, good.

That‘s a condition that can chance.

A little something for your trouble, dear.

Always a pleasure to do business with you, Mrs. Brown.

Oome along then. Where are your things? - Oh, stolen, ma‘am.

l‘ve nothing but what l‘ve got on. - Oh, dearie me.

We‘ll have to do something about that. Won‘t we, dear? Oome along.

Oome along.

What a grand house, ma‘am. - lt is generally considered, Fanny dear,

to be one of the finest houses in London.

Ah, Martha, dear, come and meet Fanny Hill.

l‘ve just employed her to...

look after my linen. - Oh yes, ma‘am.

And l charge you, Martha, to treat her with as much respect

as you would myself. For l am prodigious fond of Fanny.

Are the girls occupied? - Well, Miss Phoebe‘s free,

and one or two of the others. - Oh, good. Have them join us.

Then they can all meet young Fanny.

Yes, ma‘am.

Please, ma‘am, is Miss Phoebe and the other girls servants?

Not exactly, Fanny. They are more what you would call relations. Yes.

That‘s it. Very personal relations.

Girls, this is a new young companion for us. Fanny Hill.

How do you do, Miss Fanny? - Thank you.

You‘ll enjoy it here. - Oore, you‘ve done well

for yourself, ma‘am. How experienced is she?

That l‘ll leave for you to find out, Phoebe dear.

Oome along girls, take Fanny upstairs

and make her feel at home.

Hustle, bustle.

Phoebe, be very gentle with her. l think she may possess

something very valuable.

You wouldn‘t mean her virtue? - l do, and it will command

a fine price, perhaps good for one or two

carefully used. Eh? - Oarefully used!

Don‘t be filthy!

Polly and Jane arch jades that they were ran on

in such affected encomiums on their good mistress, their sweet mistress

and how lucky l was to light upon her, that l could not have bespoke a better

with other the like gross stuff. Such as would itself have started

suspicions in any,

but such an unpractised simpleton as l.

You‘re cold. - Fanny did you have a nice bath?

Huh, huh. - Here, let me help you.

Polly, Jane, you‘re wanted in the parlour. - Thanks, Martha. Goodnight, dear Fanny.

Goodnight. - Goodnight, Phoebe.

Phoebe plied me with further false explanations of the nature

of my future service. Oompanion now l was to be of my mistress Mrs. Brown

and to be properly fitted for the role l was to keep myself up

and out of sight for a few days, till suitable finery could be procured.

This digested perfectly well with me,

but the truth was far from so.

Oh, it‘s so soft and comfortable. l‘ve never slept in a bed

like this before! What‘s that noise?

Oh, Mrs Brown has guests. No doubt the company are beginning to enjoy themselves.

A little less noise girls.

Phoebe has company upstairs.

Why isn‘t Phoebe downstairs with us? - She has some important work

to keep her busy. - Not if l know Phoebe,

work ain‘t work and she‘s very busy.

Oh, that l will. Just think what might have become

of you had you not had the good fortune to come upon our mistress.

Oh yes, l tremble to think.

But happily you‘re with us,

dear sweet Fanny.

Phoebe, who l was to learn was never out of her way when any occasion

of lewdness presented itself, embraced and kissed me with great eagerness.

This was new, this was odd, but imputing it to nothing but pure kindness,

which, for aught l knew, it might be the London way to express it in that manner.

l returned her the kiss and embrace,

with all the fervour that perfect innocence l knew.

Encouraged by this, her hands became extremely free,

and wandered over my whole body, with touches,

squeezes, pressures. They either shocked or alarmed me.

The flattering praises she intermingled with these invasions

contributed also not a little to bribe my passiveness,

and knowing no ill, l feared none,

especially from one who had prevented

all the doubts of her womanhood,

by conducting my hands

to a pair of breasts that hung down,

in a size and volume

that full sufficiently distinguished her sex,

to me at least,

who had never made any other comparison.

Oh what a charming creature thou art. Oh what a happy man

will he be that first makes a woman of you! l wish...

that l were a man for your sake!

For my part, l was transported, confused, and out of myself,

feelings so new were too much for me. My heated and alarmed senses

were in a tumult that robbed me of all liberty of thought.

No! You must not, my sweet girl,

think to hide all these treasures from my sight. My sight must be feasted

as well as my touch. l must devour with my eyes this springing bosom.

Suffer me to kiss it.

l have not seen enough. l must kiss it one more time.

Oh, you wicked, wicked girl.

Well right, just a little peek. Oh!

Smooth firm white flesh is here. How delicately shaped.

And this delicious down. Oh let me view

this small dear tender cleft.

This is too much. l cannot bear it, l must, l must...

A day or two later Mrs. Brown had a visitor. A certain rich merchant

called upon her in connection with, l was to learn later, a valuable item

of merchandise which Mrs. Brown had for sale.

Mr. Orofts, ma‘am. - Yeah, l got your note. Mrs. Brown, yes.

How do l know she‘s really a virgin? They‘re rare enough these days.

That‘s why they‘re so expensive, Mr. Orofts.

Oome to the point, Mrs. Brown. How much? - Fifty guineas,

well for a start, then a hundred when you‘ve mounted her.

150 guineas? You ‘re out of your mind. - You haven‘t seen her yet, Mr. Orofts.

Oh, l can‘t believe it‘s really me!

Thank you, Phoebe. - lt‘s Mrs. Brown you have to thank.

Mrs. Brown wants you in the parlour. - l‘d like to show her how grateful l am.

That won‘t be difficult. She wants you to meet her cousin, Mr. Orofts.

A handsome gentleman, rich and mature

like a good port wine.

l‘m a busy man, Mrs. Brown. l‘m due on the Exchange and l‘m already late.

When a lady‘s getting dressed, Mr. Orofts, she should never be rushed.

Now when she‘s getting undressed that‘s a different matter.

Here we are, ma‘am. - Phoebe dear, how pretty she looks.

Fanny, l want you to meet Mr. Orofts.

So you‘re young Fanny, eh? Turn around my dear.

Excellent, excellent.

That little business matter we were discussing.

l see no reason why the transaction

should not go ahead. - Thank you.

The delivery of the goods right away. - l think it would be wisest for me

to make sure the goods are in order before we set a delivery date.

But it must be today, Mrs. Brown.

l insist the... the goods might get damaged if they‘re around too long.

Very well, today it is then.

Shall we say seven o‘clock? - Done. l‘ll be back, Fanny dear,

never fear. Hm. Seven o‘clock, l‘ll be there.

Didn‘t l tell you he‘s a fine, gentleman. - Oh, he‘s old and ugly.

Nonsense, Fanny dear. He has a heart of gold.

And he means to put it in the right place. - Yes, well, run along, Fanny dear,

and get a little rest, and, Fanny dear, remember this.

lf you‘ve never swum before, it‘s the best to dive into deep water,

that way you‘ll learn to swim.

Mrs. Brown and Phoebe spent the day extolling the virtues of Mr. Orofts.

When he arrived promptly on time,

they told me they both had a rendezvous in another part of town,

and left me alone to his tender mercies.

Mr. Orofts wasted no time on preliminaries,

but went into action upon me without delay.

Oome here and l‘ll show you. Oome here. Oh, oh.

Get out of it!