FRIENDS: Deleted Scenes - Achieving Phase Three
Since Ross and Joey were unavailable, the girls had taken Chandler to a strip club to help him get over breaking up with Kathy. "Getting to Phase Three" is what the guys called it. Unfortunately, things didn't go well, and Chandler was still despondent as they returned to his apartment. Kneeling around him as he sat in this favorite chair, they tried to get him to talk about his feelings, but that didn't work either.
"Okay, look, I'm gonna have to ask you all to leave," Chandler said firmly.
Monica objected, "Come on! Chandler!"
"Look, forget it. We tried, but Phase Three is a lost cause, okay? Those strippers were insanely hot, and I couldn't picture myself with any of them." He sat back in his recliner, disgusted. He buried his face in his hands.
"They really were pretty, weren't they?" Monica addressed the girls as she stood. Rachel and Phoebe both voiced their agreement, gathering behind Chandler.
"Yeah, I really liked that fighter pilot one," said Phoebe.
"Oh, Candy! She was so spunky!" Monica said. The other girls concurred, without so much as pausing to think about it.
There was a lull in the exchange, then Monica said, "Y'know, I think if I were going to be with a woman..." Monica said this purely to pique Chandler's attention, since she really had been with a woman, a number of times. The words, and her pause, had the desired effect. Chandler perked up, listening to the conversation just a couple feet behind him. She continued. "It'd... it'd be with someone like Michelle... she was so... oh, she was so petite." Her last word was filled with sexual tension and raw lust.
"See, I don't know," Rachel replied, "for me it would have to Chantal."
"Oh, Chantal!" Monica said wistfully, as Phoebe nodded agreement.
Rachel went on. "Oh my goodness, she had the smoothest skin! I mean when I stuck that dollar bill in her g-string and grazed her thighβ¦"
Chandler jumped up out of his chair. "Phase Three! I just achieved Phase Three!"
"Really?!" Monica said, somewhat in disbelief.
"I am totally picturing you with all those women!" he said, excitedly.
Monica had a confused look. "That's... that's not Phase Three."
"Well, I'm there too!" he explained. All the girls smiled as they understood.
Rachel was very intrigued. "Well, are we all together? Like in a group?"
"Stop it! You're killing me! I think I just moved on to Phase Four!"
"Oh! What is that? What is that?" said Phoebe.
"Where I don't want to have a relationship ever! I just want to have sex with strippers and my friends!!"
"Ooh! Ooh! Well, but, how about just with your friends?" Phoebe suggested.
"No way! Are you serious?" Chandler asked. He wasn't sure whether to believe them, but was still excited by the image in his mind.
"Well, sure!" Rachel replied. "Hell, Monica and I had sex with you so we could show you how to please Kathy. Why not have sex to help you get over her?"
"Okay! Okay!" Chandler yelled as he ran back to his chair and sat down among the girls. "So what do we do?"
"Well, um, we don't have any strippers, but I could strip for you," Rachel offered.
"You know how to do that?" Phoebe asked. "That's so cool."
"I know a few things," Rachel smiled coyly. "Put on some music, Mon."
Monica found a CD with some pulsing dance music, and Rachel began. She walked a few feet away. Monica and Phoebe knelt on either side of Chandler's chair, and watched with him as Rachel seductively took off the long winter coat she was wearing.
She moved teasingly, and ran her hands from her hips... up to her breasts... then through her golden brown hair. She raised her arms up, and locks of hair fell from her fingertips. As her hands glided down her face and neck, over her low-cut top and past her breasts, Rachel turned around and rubbed her ass. The tight jeans she wore were perfectly filled with her hips and butt.
Monica looked down and noticed a prominent tent growing in Chandler's pants. She reached over and rubbed the length of his rod. Chandler's attention snapped to his crotch, and then he looked up at Monica with slight surprise.
"Watch her," she smiled and chided him.
As Chandler watched Rachel's exotic dance, he lifted his hips to allow Monica to pull down his pants and boxers. Then her small hand began stroking him.
"Phoebe," she whispered.
Monica made eye contact with her, and with a couple looks, got the message across that Phoebe should be rubbing Chandler too. Their hands wrapped around Chandler's hard dick. Monica's hand was on top and Phoebe's on the bottom. They quickly matched stroking rhythms, then resumed watching Rachel.
She was pulling up the bottom of her light blue shirt, exposing her flat stomach and belly-button. Her finger slowly traced the number "7" on her abdomen. Both Chandler and Monica got the inside joke, and Monica giggled.
Rachel faced away from her friends as she peeled off her shirt. When she turned back to them, strands of her long hair were sexily crossing her face. She had covered her breasts with her forearm. Chandler was the type of person that had to say something when he was nervous, and usually he said something foolish.
"I, uh... I knew you weren't wearing a bra... ya know, from before."
"Oh, at the strip club? So you could see my nipples, huh? Yeah, they sure got hard, watching all those hot... women." She strutted toward him as she spoke.
Rachel bent over to Chandler, and asked, "So do you want to see them?" Chandler could only nod. "Well, take control, mister."
Chandler reached up and grasped Rachel's wrist, slowly pulling it away from her chest. He started at her breasts.
Rachel ran her fingers through his hair and enticed him in a school-girl voice, "I know they're not very big, but I hope you like them." Her pert breasts were a full B-cup.
"Anything more than a mouthful is wasted, I always say," Monica added. Chandler instantly wondered how many mouthfuls of breast Monica had tasted.
Rachel's hands slid down her friends' arms and landed at Chandler's cock. Her fingertips tickled the head, and the girls paused their stroking. Their hands pulled the skin down tight, so that Rachel's teasing had maximum effect.
"Hmm, more than a mouthful is wasted," Rachel repeated, as if in thought. "Ya know, Chandler, that goes for penises too. But the question is... just how much can I fit in my mouth?"