Chandler had been fooling around with Rachel's boss, Joanna, in her office. When she was called away to a meeting, she teasingly locked him to her desk chair, sans pants, to wait for her return. Unfortunately for him, she called later to tell him that she would be delayed for quite a while.
Thinking they were going to sneak a peek at the Christmas bonus list, Rachel and Sophie used a hidden spare key to get into the office, and found Chandler in this compromising position. They left, with Sophie freaked out and Rachel mad. Despite Rachel's anger with him, Chandler convinced her to unlock the handcuffs and let him leave.
But no sooner had she done so, than she realized that Joanna would come back, find Chandler gone, and know that Rachel was involved. In the frantic rush of activity, Chandler became handcuffed to the filing cabinet beside the door.
"Chandler! Chandler, please, I have to get you locked up back the way you were, I am sooo gonna lose my job, she's very private about her office. Now I know why," Rachel pleaded.
"Hey, look, you're in trouble either way! Okay? If she comes back and sees me locked to this instead of the chair, she's gonna know you were in here. So you might as well just let me go," Chandler knew that he had Rachel in a no-win situation.
"What if I clean your bathroom for a month?" she suggested.
"It still wouldn't be clean," he replied, eliciting a look of disgust from Rachel. "All I want is my freedom."
"Foot rubs for a month!" she offered.
"Freedom!" he insisted.
"I'll take all of your photos and put them into photo albums!"
"Freedom! I want my freedom! Why won't you hear me?!" Chandler opened the door and called to Rachel's coworker, "Sophie, help me! Help me!!" Sophie stood up to help.
"Sophie, sit!!" Rachel ordered. Like a little dog, Sophie obeyed.
Rachel quickly closed the door and stuffed Chandler's tie in his mouth, as a gag.
"No! Would you just calm down!" she said to Chandler, her own calmness completely gone.
Chandler tried to scream a little bit, then realized that he could simply spit out his gag. It left his mouth with a 'pouf'.
"I'm gonna say this for the last time," Chandler began with measured tones. "Would you please just…"
As he was speaking, he moved his arm and the upper file drawer rolled out. It hit him in the back of the head, enhancing his irritation with Rachel. Undeterred, she continued the negotiations.
"I uh... will buy and wrap all of your Christmas gifts."
"No!"
"I, ah… Oh! I'll squeeze you fresh orange juice every morning!"
"With extra pulp?" he asked, with false brightness.
"Yeah!!" Rachel said happily, thinking she'd finally found a deal.
"No!"
"D'oh!!" she exclaimed, frustrated. She paused, then a little smile crept across her face. "I've got it!"
"You don't have it," he said suspiciously.
"I have so got it." She cleared her throat. "Well, you said that Joanna would be gone for a couple of hours." She moved in close to him. "So, I'm thinking... a little touchy... a little licky... a little sucky..."
Rachel's eyes matched the seductive tone of her voice. Her tight body was invitingly close.
"Well, oral IS good..." Chandler said, with feigned contemplation. "But won't Sophie wonder why you're in here for so long?"
"No, she's really not that smart..." she said matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Okay. In that case, I'm thinking of something... that rhymes with oral..."
Rachel thought for a moment. Then she took a quick step back.
"NO! No deal!" she said, pointing her finger at him.
"Oh, come on. What's the big deal?"
"Look, I didn't even let Ross do that when we were dating... and I was in love with him. There's no way I'm gonna let you put YOUR thing..."
"All right, all right... calm down. How about just some good old fashioned sex on the desk?"
Rachel looked at him with suspicion.
"Okay, but only if I get some oral too. I need to get something out of this, too, ya know. Deal?"
She extended her hand, except instead of offering to shake his, she did a more appropriate thing, and placed it on his crotch. Chandler looked down.
"Deal!" he said putting his free hand on her breast. They each gently squeezed their handful.
"Now, unlock me."
Rachel retrieved the key from her pocket.
"So can I pretend that you're my secretary? 'Miss Green, can you come in her and take some DICK-tation?'"
He laughed, but received only a testy look from Rachel.
"Look. Don't push it," she warned.
Rachel reached up to unlock the handcuffs that held him to the filing cabinet. But she paused, and looked at him with a nasty smile.
"Hmmm... you can't really move until I unlock you..."
"Yes, that's kind of how handcuffs are designed to work," Chandler snapped back. Rachel was undaunted.
"Well, what if I'm not ready to unlock you?"
She slid the key in her pocket and pushed down the front of Chandler's boxers.
"What if I want to do some stuff to you while you're cuffed to that filing cabinet?"
She began to stroke his now-hard rod. She could tell that he liked her idea, even if he could only stammer a response.
"I'm beginning to see why Joanna wanted to have you as a boy-toy. Except as MY boy-toy, I'm going to treat you real nice," she moved in and kissed him with her last words.
Rachel squatted in front of Chandler, slowly stroking his rod, and looking up at him.
"I think I want to play with my toy... a little touchy..." she whispered, "a little licky..." She licked the length of his cock.
"A little sucky..." She placed her mouth over his head and gently suckled on the end.
"A little more sucky..." she purred. The head went back in, and she sucked long and hard.
"AAAWWWWWWW!" Chandler groaned.
"SHHH!" Rachel shushed him, "Sophie's still at her desk. We can't let her hear us. She's dense, but she's not deaf."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered back, " but it's really hard not to..."
"Well do I have to stop?"
"No no, let's not get hasty. I'll be quiet. I promise."
