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Friends: Deleted Scenes - Moving Day
A gloomy haze hung within the purple walls of Rachel and Monica's apartment. They had lost a rash betting contest to the guys, and now they found themselves forced to pack and move to a smaller, dingier place.
Monica was in the living room trying to lift a heavy box, when Rachel walked in from Chandler's new bedroom.
"Hey, Rach, can you give me a hand with this box?" she asked.
"No! Put that box down!" Rachel demanded. "We are not going anywhere! This is my apartment and I like it! This is a girl's apartment! That is a boy's apartment, it's dirty and it smells."
Condemnation filled those words. Phoebe and Monica watched as she flitted around the room, desperate to show why they shouldn't be moving.
"This is pretty. It's- it's so pretty! And look, and it's- it's purple!"
Rachel approached her roommate, with a determined look.
"And I'm telling you, you with the steady hand, I am not moving! And now I have got the steady hand."
In spite of her words and her demeanor, Rachel's hand shook uncontrollably as she held out. Monica realized that Rachel would not accept their situation easily.
"I'll take care of it," she replied with somberness, and turned to go across the hall.
Rachel called out after her, on the verse of breaking into tears. "That's right! You do what the hand says!"
Monica entered the other apartment, where Chandler and Joey were happily packing boxes.
"Um, guys... Rachel's really upset about having to move," she began.
"Well, tough noogies," Chandler shot back, sassily, "You lost the bet."
Monica controlled a flare of anger. "Okay. First of all... 'tough noogies'? Who says that?" she replied sarcastically. "And second, I'm not asking you to give us back the apartment. I'm just asking for another bet. Just one final bet. Anything. You pick it, and I'll... I'll bet on it."
Joey and Chandler stared at her, sizing up the situation. Then they turned to confer, as Monica tried to listen in on their deliberations.
"Okay," Joey suggested. "How about one of us does it with her, and the first one to cum wins."
Somehow, Chandler knew that any idea from Joey would involve sex.
"Hmmm... I like where you're going with this... and let's face it, of the two of us, I think I would have the advantage of speed." They both nodded in acknowledgement. Chandler considered it for a moment longer, then a thought hit him. "Wait a minute. She could just fake it, and we'd never know if we really won."
"But I won't. I won't!" Monica blurted out. Realizing that she had exposed her eavesdropping, she looked to the side sheepishly.
Chandler pointed at her. "Yeah, well, we don't trust you, little Miss Winning-Is-More-Important-Than-Anything. All right," he went on, as he strolled toward her, his arms crossed. "All right. You wanna bet? Here's the bet. Non-negotiable. Joey does you, while you blow me. If either him or I cum first, you girls can have your apartment back. But if you cum before either one of us... we get the apartment... AND your mattresses."
Joey excitedly gestured his approval. "Ooo, ooo, that's good. Their beds are soft... and they smell good, too... like Rach and Monica's perfume and stuff."
"DEAL!" Monica voiced her enthusiastic agreement, then jabbed her finger alternately at the two. "You are SO gonna lose this bet. I RULE at giving blowjobs! In fact, I'm the Blowjob Queen."
"Interesting," Chandler deadpanned. "I thought that my father was awarded that title. Fortunately, I was never invited to the coronation..."
"Okay, I'll go get a condom," Joey said, heading toward his room.
"Oh no, you don't, mister," Monica objected. "I know what condoms do for guys."
He stopped, uncertain of her meaning, and offered, "They... keep us from getting women pregnant?"
"Well, that too," she conceded. "But when you're wearing a condom, you don't FEEL as much, so you don't CUM as fast. No siree. No condom. I'll go put in my diaphragm." She turned to leave. "You guys may as well start unpacking."
Joey laughed derisively. "In your dreams, Monica. I'm gonna keep packin' my boxes, just as soon as I'm done packin' YOUR box!"
"Good one, my man," Chandler said. They smiled and nodded, giving a wiggle-finger handshake, as Monica shot Joey a disgusted look before leaving.
"This is so cool. We're gonna get to double-team Monica!" Joey excitedly proclaimed. "I've been waiting for this for, like, my whole life."
"Or for the three years that you've known her," came Chandler's sarcastic reply.
"Well, yeah... but it seems like I've known her my whole life," Joey tried to give an air of charm to his lust. Chandler just shook his head, then noticed that Joey was unzipping his jeans.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute there, Quick Draw. Whatcha doin'?" he said, looking away.
"What? I'm getting ready for Monica," replied Joey, matter-of-factly.
"Okay. You will never take that out, when it's just you and me," Chandler stated.
"Oh. Right," his roommate said with new understanding. "Sorry. It's just that I'm so excited."
"And you will never say those words, when you and I are alone."
As the guys were discussing their upcoming strategy to win, Monica walked hurriedly though her and Rachel's apartment.
"Didja do it? Didja get it back?" Rachel asked as Monica passed behind the couch where she sat with a magazine in her lap.
"No, not yet. We're still in negotiations," was the fast reply. The door to the bedroom closed, leaving Rachel and Phoebe outside, with wondering looks.
Monica pulled off her blue jeans and "old lady underpants," as Joey had called them that morning. After inserting her diaphragm, she dug through the basket of fresh laundry, and pulled out a clean white thong.
"Joey's an ass-man," she said to herself, approvingly. The garment slid up her slim legs. Monica stuck out her ass and wiggled her hips to work the strap in between her butt-cheeks. Turning to the mirror, she quickly touched up her makeup, mascara, and lipstick, to give Chandler a little visual help. Monica watched herself slowly run her tongue around her lips, practicing some erotic looks for him. She knew that she'd have to use every trick in the book, and she was more than willing to do it.
She thought about changing her clothes, but decided that it would draw too much attention from Rachel and Phoebe. So, her jeans and black and white sneakers went back on. Monica opened the door and walked across the living room and through the kitchen.
"Waddaya mean, negotiations?" Rachel asked.
Monica turned to address her, though never slowing her pace. "I got them to do one more bet with me. And don't worry. There's no WAY I can lose this one."
"Monica, did you redo your make-?" Rachel's question was cut short by the closing door.
In the hallway, Monica paused with her hand on the doorknob. She composed herself with a sultry look, then turned the knob and walked in.
"Hello, gentlemen," she said with a low, seductive voice, as she leaned against the closed door. "Are you ready to fuck me?" Both men mumbled incoherently, taken aback by Monica's new persona. They moved together, instinctively thinking that they would be somehow safer. She strutted toward them. "How do you want to do me- I mean, do this?"
"Uh, uh," Joey stammered, "how about, um, Chandler sits on the stool, and you go in front of him, and I'll go behind you."
"Go behind me... go in me... either one's fine by me," she quipped, running her fingertips down his chest. "But maybe I should get naked first."
"I, um, I thought we could do this with our clothes on," Joey said softly.
"Oh. Well, we COULD," Monica said. "I just figured that it's be easier for you to make me cum... if I was naked. And I will do ANYTHING for you guys... um, I mean, anything to help you win the bet."
Chandler cleared his throat nervously. "If, if that's what you want..."
Without a word, Monica kicked off her shoes and stood in her bare feet. She began to slowly unbutton her red plaid shirt. It looked slightly too big for her, as the long sleeves covered all but her fingers. That, in and of itself, was sexy to the guys, right then.
One by one, the buttons released, revealing her white lace bra. Pinkish brown nipples peeked through the lace. She watched their reactions as she lowered her arms behind her and the shirt slipped off, to fall on the floor. She closed her eyes, head slightly down, as her hands glided up her hips, across her flat stomach, momentarily cupped her breasts, then ran through her short hair, and stretched upward. Their eyes were riveted on her as that simple motion replayed in their minds. Both were unaware that they were groping themselves through their pants.
Monica reached to her crotch, and opened the flap of her jeans, then pulled down the zipper. She undid the silver button, and the halves opened.
"You can undo your jeans, too," Monica teased them. "It looks like you need to release some pressure, maybe more than me."
Both men followed her, their briefs displaying long hard bulges within open pants. Monica smiled to herself and gradually eased the tight blue denim down her legs, and slipped them off her feet. As she straightened up, she made sure that the guys got a full view of the front of her underwear. The side straps of Monica's thong arced high over her slim hips. The small piece of fabric fully covered her crotch... but just barely.
"Tho-, those aren't your old lady underpants," Joey stuttered.
"Hmmm... no... I guess they aren't," Monica said indifferently, as she turned to show them the thong back.
"Omigod," Joey whimpered.
Monica caressed her perfect ass, slowly moving her hands around her hips, up her stomach, and then around back again. Both mouths hung open, as they independently decided that Monica's simple show was better than any strip club they had gone to.
