Lies and More Lies

By Daphne

Popcorn - Chapter 2 - Continues the following morning.

You may need to read the last part of this twice before you understand it. It is deliberately obtuse, in order to provide a twist that may leave some very frustrated, others ( who are less perverted) will be very relieved so don't hit the back button if the going gets a little mucky. However if you can't understand what the hell happened drop me an e-mail.

Ross watched Monica pour Chandler's juice at breakfast and noticed them smile warmly at each other. It made him smile, "Glad you two made it up. " He said patting Chandler on the back.

"Me too." Chandler smiled.

"And me." Monica added catching Chandler's eyes. Monica broke the stare and looked away embarrassed.

"How did you manage it? " Rachel asked Chandler, also noticing that Chandler and Monica were closer than ever again.

"How what?" Chandler responded, suddenly tuning into the fact that Rachel had addressed a question at him. He had been busy running his fingers up Monica's legs. Dangerous in present company, but worth it.

"How did you make it up?" Rachel explained and poured her own juice, Monica had forgotten to pour for Rachel in all her attention to Chandler's needs.

Monica shot a warning glance at Chandler to let her reply. "We spoke and I realized that I had been a little hard on Chandler."

Chandler concentrated on his juice to stop himself from laughing at her apt choice of words. "Ah come on Mon. I was more than a little hard on you." He said and grinned straight at her.

Monica froze him with a nervous look. "But we could fall out again Chandler." She said and pulled her leg away from Chandler's hands and stood up.

Chandler stood too and threw an arm around her, "Ah come on Mon tell them how you apologized."

Monica swallowed hard. "You want me to tell them how I apologized?" She started to panic. She hoped he was teasing her, like he always did. But his hints were so heavy she wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't about to tell them all. The others weren't all as stupid as Joey. And in the cold light of day there was no good way to explain what had happened.

As if to confirm her fears he grinned again at her and then at the others and said something that he was quickly going to regret. "She gave me a massage."

Rachel gulped, "My God poor you! Monica gave you a massage!"

Ross shook his head. "And you still made up with her?"

Chandler pulled Monica closer, she stumbled as she was in no mood to be affectionate to him. She was already planning her revenge for making her sweat so much through this. "Nah, it was a great massage." He told the others, as she stood there, steaming with rage.

Joey looked at the others confused. "What's wrong with Monica giving Chandler a massage? I wouldn't say no."

Phoebe agreed. "A massage is a nice way to make up."

"Yeah baby! Was she topless?" Joey asked, to Ross's disgust. "Because the only thing that beats a hot topless woman giving you a massage is two hot topless women giving you a massage. "

Rachel smiled. "You two have clearly never received a massage from Monica. Monica kills when she gives massages."

"She gave a massage to you?" Ross asked.

"Yeah agony. You?" Rachel checked. Ross nodded. "But Chandler liked it. Well so long as he and Monica are friends again she can give all her massages to him and save the rest of mankind from the pain. Anyways I have to go pick up Ben. Glad we're all friends again. See yous"

"And I have a final audition to go to." Joey announced grandly and turned to go.

"What for?" Chandler asked.

Joey paused and looked a little embarrassed. "Can't you just be pleased that I've got an audition." They were all looking at him now. "OK it's for a TV ad… for hemorrhoid cream."

"Congratulations, that's great, really great." Chandler said and everyone waited for him to say something else. But he just went across to the couch and picked up a paper. They all looked at him in surprise.

Rachel sat next to him. "Come on Chandler, we're all waiting here, you must have some joke about piling on the work or something…"

Chandler shook his head. "No." Joey shrugged and left, convinced there was something wrong with his friend. Monica decided that sex must cure Chandler of his need to crack jokes all the time.

Rachel had other ideas. She sidled over to Phoebe and Monica spotted them whispering in the corner.

"Do you mind if I set my massage table up here?" Phoebe suddenly asked Monica.

Monica nodded. "You shouldn't be carrying that thing round in your condition…. Who are you going to massage?"

"I thought we should check that you're massaging Chandler properly. You don't want to injure him." Phoebe said as she got things ready.

Chandler looked up from his paper alarmed. "I don't want a massage right now. Monica gave me a good one last night. I'm all set." He stretched out and sighed contentedly.

Phoebe looked across at him. "I'm a professional. I need to check. You can do serious damage if you get it wrong. Strip off and lie on my table."

"Ladies first." He quipped.

"Chandler!"

"When did you get to be my boss?" He said sulkily and as Phoebe approached made a dash for the door and ran to the sanctuary of his apartment. The girls all followed him. Rachel dragging the massage table with her.

"Stop being such a wuss and take your clothes off.!" Phoebe yelled at him.

Chandler realized he was beat and went into his room. He came out sheepishly in just his bright red boxers.

Rachel smiled, "Nice boxers. You could stop traffic in those…or bulls."

Phoebe looked down. "They have to go too."

Chandler hoped she was joking, but realized she wasn't. He gestured miserably at the table. "I'm not lying there naked with you three staring at me."

"We won't look will we?" Phoebe looked at the others and Rachel nodded her head grinning behind his back. "You can have a towel to cover your tushy." Phoebe reassured him catching Rachel's smirk.

Chandler murmured in annoyance, grabbed a towel from his bathroom , wrapped it around himself, Donald Duck style, and pulled his boxers off. The girls all cheered so he tried to grab them back but Rachel kicked them with her foot out of his reach. "On the table. Right Monica show me what you did to him."

Chandler ginned. "Ooohhh yeah Monica show them what you did to me….ahhhh." He stopped short as Monica demonstrated her very different fully dressed massage technique on the tortured muscles of his back.

"That not painful?" Phoebe asked watching him trying not to grimace. Rachel had been right, Chandler and Monica were lying for some reason.

"No, it's wonderful." He lied between clenched teeth.

Rachel and Phoebe watched as Monica continued the torture. But Phoebe's professional pride could not allow the abuse to continue.

"Monica why don't you go and get some oil from your place and make this even better?"

Chandler relaxed in momentary relief from the pain. Even these two interrogating him was better than Monica's massage.

As soon as Monica left Phoebe took over, prodding him harder than she needed to. "You lied Chandler. No way did Monica give you a massage or you would have known how bad she was.. What really happened?"

Rachel held the towel that covered him and yanked it slightly. "Tell us Chandler or we'll let Monica massage you again. And pull this off."

Phoebe knelt by his ear. "She'll be back real soon."

"She massaged me!" Chandler protested.

Rachel yanked a little further as Monica came back. Chandler inwardly groaned. "OK. I think Monica has massaged me enough, it must be someone else's turn." He said to everyone and then when they shook their heads whispered away from Monica. "OK, I'll tell, I'll tell."

Phoebe opened the massage oil and sniffed, quickly pulling her head back in disgust. "Ooooo no. Not this one. Chandler needs something softer, more soothing. Do you think you could go down to that shop near the Coffee House and get me the primrose oil I use Monica?"

"Can't we just use this?" Monica asked.

Phoebe shook her head. "No, you see that's your first mistake. The right aroma is an essential part of the massage."

Monica shrugged. "See you in a bit."

As soon as she had gone Chandler sat up, carefully pulling the towel around him. "She did massage me, only not like that." He said with a sulk. "How did you know?"

"If Monica had massaged you you'd be walking around as if you had been in a fight. Not saying how great she was at it " Rachel told him. "What did you and she really get up to that had to be lied about?"

"Well?" Phoebe asked impatiently, "What did she do?".

"She didn't use her hands. She… she… " He hesitated.

Rachel tossed her hair impatiently, "What Chandler, what the hell did she use!"

Chandler looked at them both and then at the door. "She used her body, her naked body."

Phoebe looked at him in disbelief. "Yeah right! Monica will be back soon with that oil and I'll pin you down for her."

"It's the truth!" He said in desperation. "She got all steamed up watching a tape Kathy and I made when we were…pretty close."

"So close you were having sex with her?" Phoebe said in surprise.

Rachel shook her head. "I still don't believe him. Monica would never do that to him."

"Well if it’s that story is true…where's the tape?" Rachel demanded.

Chandler looked nervous. "I pulled it out of the cartridge."

Rachel huffed. "Well we don't believe you then. Should we handcuff him to the table Pheebs?"

Chandler tried to move away from them, but the towel made moving precarious. "OK I rolled it back into the cartridge."

"I want to see it." Rachel said looking around.

Chandler shook his head. "No way. Forget it. No way."

Phoebe gently pushed him onto his back and started to massage his front. Chandler looked up at her, still worried. "Relax Chandler. And then what happened?"

Phoebe nodded towards Rachel and they both understood. Phoebe was getting more information out of him before Monica returned. They could fight about the tape later.

Chandler frowned. "I don't feel comfortable telling you guys, this is between me and Monica."

Rachel smiled. "You'll feel a lot less comfortable if we let Monica massage you again!"

Pheobe's hands started to imitate Monica's massage and Chandler yelped. "OK we had sex. We went to my bedroom and we had sex." He blurted out.

Chandler lay back, there was no more to tell and Phoebe started to give him a proper massage. She was very good and he started to relax. He heard Monica returning. "You're not going to let her massage me again are you?"

"I'll show her how properly, don't worry." Phoebe reassured him. "Without the need for her to strip off completely." She added with a grin.

Monica burst through the door. "Here guys I got it."

Phoebe took the oil from her. "Turnover Chandler."

"What am I a pancake?" Chandler muttered to himself.

"Yeah right, well no-one is going to toss you." Phoebe responded. "Now Monica the first thing we do is pour the oil onto him. Did you do this last time Monica or did you expect Chandler to provide all the lubrication you needed because it is always much better with oil?" Chandler stiffened at the clear implication of what she had said.

Monica, looked questioningly at Phoebe, who had covered her mouth, realizing too late that once again she had said too much. Monica glared at Chandler and pulled his towel right off, revenge could no longer wait. "Right we might as well get rid of that, we're all friends here and I don't want oil on my towel."

"It's my towel! Give it back now!" Chandler protested.

Phoebe and Rachel grinned down at the view.

Phoebe picked the towel up and flung it on a chair the other side of the room.. "We can practice doing that area as well. You sit down a lot in your job right? You probably need the muscles there sorted out. "

"I don't want that…. area massaged."

"It's OK. I won't charge you." Phoebe reassured him.

"I always knew you were a hooked." Chandler mumbled and scowled. He had no choice but to relax as Phoebe gave massage lessons to Monica and then to Rachel and not one of them was topless.

 

 

 

That evening Chandler nervously put his head round Rachel and Monica's door. "Where are the guys?"

Rachel frowned, "Ross is out with Emily, again, and Joey is with some date."

Chandler went to leave.

"Come back here you wuss." Phoebe called after him.

Chandler shook his head, "With you three ready to torture me and no-one to protect me! Forget it."

Rachel looked at him in annoyance, "You got a professional massage for nothing and you've done nothing but complain about it!"

"You took my towel!" Chandler protested.

Phoebe smiled. "Tsshh. You've slept with Monica and Rachel and I have seen hundreds of them."

"Hey!" Rachel protested. "I'm not a masseuse, I haven't seen hundreds of them." She paused, "Am I in the wrong job? Do you get to see hundreds of them?"

Phoebe shrugged, "Yeah but many of them are old and wrinkly. I know a good website though." She scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to Rachel.

Chandler looked across at Monica warily. "I filled them in on the details that you didn't give them." She told him.

Chandler glanced at Monica in surprise. "You did!"

She smiled, "Yeah we've been drinking and we got talking, comparing notes, ya know."

Chandler put his hands in his pockets nervously. "Right. I only told them under duress. I didn't want to tell them. They made me. I know I was teasing you earlier but I didn't mean to tell them"

"I know that now. I'm sorry I pulled your towel off. Come and sit with us." Monica said patting the seat next to her. "I heard that you put the tape back in the cartridge."

Chandler glanced nervously at Phoebe. "Yeah…"

Rachel poured him some wine. "Well come on we all want to see it. If it can give Monica the hots for you it must have been good."

" It's a little too explicit." Chandler shook his head.

"Monica told us." Phoebe glanced at Rachel. "OK we have a deal for you. I'm prepared to let you see a tape of me and Jim and Rachel is prepared to let you see a tape of her and Paolo, if you let us borrow your tape for the night."

Chandler was very tempted. "Are you both naked in your tapes"

"Yeah. Two for the price of one." Phoebe and Rachel nodded.

Chandler grinned and got up. "OK, I'll get mine, you get yours."

He returned less than a minute later, the exchange was made and Chandler returned to his apartment. The girls all grabbed popcorn and settled down.

A minute later they were banging on Chandler's door. "You bastard, that's the wrong tape, that's Joey's copy of Pingu. " There was no answer. Monica put her key in the lock and the girls burst through the door.

"Hell I forgot to bolt it." He said in alarm as the girls charged right at him. Monica sat on him whilst Phoebe grabbed his testicles through the thin cotton fabric of the boxers he had stripped to in preparation for watching the tapes. "The right tape this time Chandler or we pull these off."

Chandler gasped. "Jesus Phoebe you're not my doctor…. Or Joey's tailor!….ahhhhhh!! OK, bottom drawer of my nightstand, under the porn."

Rachel screwed up her face. "Nothing else yucky in there is there?"

"Just porn." Chandler assured her. Rachel still hesitated. "Would I lie to you with my balls in Phoebe's hands!"

Phoebe nodded to her. "Rach, go get it."

Chandler lay still as Phoebe's grip lessened a little. He looked up at Monica still sitting on him, and a rush of blood told him that for all the threat of pain part of him was enjoying this. In few minutes he would see Rachel and Phoebe as naked as he had seen Monica. He panicked as he started to harden. Phoebe's hands were still on his balls and he squirmed slightly. She released him suddenly.

"Don't let him go until we've got the tape." Monica chastised her.

"You hold him then. He's starting to enjoy this too much." Phoebe told her.

Monica jumped off him and glanced down to confirm what Phoebe had said. There was no hiding it in his underwear.

"I can't help it." Chandler complained. "My balls don't realize that you were holding them as a threat. It's supposed to be pleasurable."

Rachel returned after a few minutes with the tape. "Don't you ever throw porn out? You would have somewhere to put your clothes."

Chandler shrugged. "There's only a month's worth and what's wrong with the floor?"

Rachel looked at him in disgust. She bent and put the tape in his machine. "Just checking it’s the right one."

Phoebe stared open mouthed as the picture appeared on the TV. "Jesus, you liked Kathy didn't you!" She exclaimed pointing at the huge erection that appeared on screen.

Monica smiled, "That's what I thought but it always gets like that doesn't it Chandler?"

Chandler looked uncomfortable. "Can you take that to your place, I really don't want to watch it with you."

 

 

Chandler sighed and used the remote to eject the second tape just as Monica returned. She smiled at him warily. "Did you enjoy their tapes?"

"Not really, most of the time you could only see the guy's butt. I caught only a few glimpses of their breasts and nothing really of them doing it and there didn't seem to be any sound. I feel cheated."

Monica smiled, she already knew how mild their tapes were compared to his. "It made us all horny again watching you."

He looked at her in surprise and reddened. "Oh God Monica don't remind me. I wish to God I had destroyed that tape."

She sat in the other chair. "You did have a better camera angle on yours. When I was watching it …"

"Was that the third time you watched it or the fourth?" He asked sarcastically.

"The fourth… I noticed that the camera seemed to move."

"We had two cameras, Kathy brought hers over and she edited the whole thing together on some digital equipment she has at home and made us both a copy."

"Wow, so that's why we see so much of you. Did you have director?"

"No I managed that by myself." He said, sarcasm again hiding his annoyance.

"Chandler I came over here for two reasons."

"Sex and more sex?" He said hopefully, brightening up.

"Well that's one, but I thought you should know. Joey and Ross returned home when we were watching the tape."

Chandler sat up. "You let them see it!"

"Yeah. The bastards finished off the popcorn too."

"And you didn't turn it off!"

"Should I have? " She asked innocently.

Chandler stood up. "That does it. You abuse me for no reason, you raped me, you tortured me and now you humiliate me. Take your clothes off and go and lie face down on my bed!"

"What?" Monica said alarmed, standing up.

"Do as you're told." Chandler said firmly.

Monica grinned. "Are you trying to get all macho with me?" But he did not smile back, so she turned to obey him. He followed her to his bedroom and watched as she stripped slowly and lay down.

"Chandler. What are we doing?" She asked, slightly worried by this change in him.

Chandler stroked her bare back. "You liked watching me do it to Kathy so much I thought it time you got the same treatment."

Monica wriggled. "Chandler no I don't think so. I don't think I could…"

Chandler pulled her up by the hips so that she was on all fours and his hand stroked her threateningly across her bottom. "You want to get a camera so we can show the others what you're really like?"

"I told you you were a bastard." She wasn't sure he was being serious or not.

"That was just before you raped me."

"I didn't rape you." Monica protested.

"I said "no" and you carried on."

"OK… I may have molested you. Oooooh." She paused as Chandler's fingers moved inside her. "I didn't penetrate you so it wasn't rape. Aaahhh! And I just said no and you're still putting your fingers in me."

Chandler stopped and moved off her. Monica turned round "What are you doing?"

" You said "no".

"You must know the difference between that "no" and real "no" - did I try to get away, did I fight you off, did I repeat myself, did I show any unwillingness at all?"

"You said it twice and I know how I felt when you forced yourself on me." He said very seriously.

Monica looked embarrassed and genuinely contrite. "Did you really not want it? Why did you make love to me afterwards?"

"You insisted that I did!"

Monica shifted off the bed and started to get dressed. "Hell Chandler I never thought that guys could feel like that. I just assumed that if I wanted it you would want it."

"And then you stripped me naked in front of two other women. How would you feel if I stripped you in front of Ross and Joey? You'd be pressing charges now!""

"Chandler, I'm sorry."

"And then you tricked the tape out of me and let everyone watch me have sex, and not just normal sex. Do you think I would have let Joey watch if he had come in last night. Would you have wanted him to?"

" You're a guy. I thought you would just be grateful for sex. I haven't really abused you haven't I?"

Chandler looked sad and nodded.

Monica paused and smiled. "OK enough of this "poor little me" crap. It was you who got me to strip just now and you who started molesting me. You put your fingers up my skirt at breakfast. You can't have been that repulsed! OK I haven't been very fair, and I forgot sometimes that guys can feel… exposed…"

"Monica you've abused me. You can't get out of the fact that you've been really naughty. It's my turn now." .

Monica paused and looked at him again. "Naughty? Oh." She hesitated, she thought she understood, and he was right he did deserve some kind of retribution, but this was all new to her. "You want me to apologize by doing some of the stuff you and Kathy did?" She asked meekly.

Chandler nodded, licked his lips and stared at her body as she slowly undressed again. She climbed onto the bed and put herself back onto all fours ready for him She jumped as she felt cold water being poured across her backside but did not complain as it trailed and dribbled into every crack.

"Wanna let Joey watch?" Chandler whispered in her ear.

Monica pulled her head round in shock. "No, no…"

"Two "nos" that means you're not keen." He affirmed and ran his fingers down where the water had gone, his hand started to firmly massage her butt, his fingers digging into her skin making it go red.

She had gone very still, not sure what was going to happen. But she was curious, she decided to play along for a while. "Do you really want him to watch? Does that turn you on? "

"I think he should. You let him see me, why shouldn't he see you in action?"

"Chandler please. Anything else. I know I've been bad and you can do anything else, but don't involve the others."

"Anything else? You'll let me do anything with you?"

Monica nodded.

He pushed another finger into Monica and watched her face as she gasped. "I have a cane in the closet." He whispered. "I might beat you."

"I know you won't hurt me." Monica said firmly.

"Well maybe I will. You hurt me. I might want to see you suffer. Can you suffer in silence Monica as I punish you." He held her more firmly as he pushed his fingers further into her.

Monica yelped. "Chandler!"

"Can I tell Joey all the details?"

"No."

"You've let them all watch me engage in every kind of sex, over and over again."

"No, please. He'll think I'm some kind of slut."

"He'd be right. Because you're going to be a slut for me tonight. A real little whore. You told me you would. Joey needs to know. You told Phoebe and Rachel about us."

Monica felt guilty again. "OK you can discuss it with Joey."

"And you'll let me do anything with you? You'll behave like a whore?"

"I said I would. I know I've been bad." She said nervously

Chandler frowned, released her and relaxed down beside her. "You wanna go to sleep then? I'm kinda tired, those tapes, all that dirty talk…" He said in a very different voice.

Monica nodded and snuggled down pulling the covers over them both. She smiled as he put his arms around her in a warm loving embrace. "Yeah me too." She said in relief and they kissed affectionately.

Chandler gazed into her face. "You lied to me didn't you? The tape broke didn't it? You got to see about two minutes of me and then it broke."

"How the hell did you know! Yeah we saw one hell of an erection and then… yeah, it broke. We didn't want you to think you had got one over on us. How did you know?"

Chandler was silent for a moment. "I thought it would, but you got me worried there for a moment. I knew Phoebe and Rachel would be looking for the tape so I put a hole in it is just after the beginning. That was why I needed you to watch it at your place."

Monica grinned and Chandler grinned back. She kissed him gently on the lips. "Perhaps it's me who should be punishing you!"

Chandler shifted uncomfortably and pulled her closer to him. "I'm sorry Monica I prefer just making love, ya know kissing, touching gently, rubbing, putting it in the usual places, that kinda stuff.. I'm not really into the kinky stuff. Kathy only persuaded me that one time. I think that's why she went off with Mark. Do you still want to sleep with me or am I too boring for you.?"

Monica kissed him again. "I prefer just making love too."

"Really?" He said looking at her shocked. " With that tape turning you on so much I assumed that you were into domination."

"Ahhhhh." She said as she realized that they had both nearly made a very bad mistake. "I thought you were into domination because of the way you behaved with Kathy. I got turned on by the tape because I liked seeing your body all naked and turned on "

Chandler flushed . " Hell. what if I hadn't decided I couldn't do anything like that to you!" He smiled through his embarrassment. "Jesus I wonder how long we would have gone on thinking we were living out each other's fantasies without knowing that we both hated it!" He pushed the hair back from her face. " Ummm sorry about talking to you like that earlier I just thought… well you know now. "

Monica grinned, "It was kinda strange." Her smiled faded to a frown. " Why couldn't you do anything like that with me? Was Kathy so much better?"

Chandler sat up. "What? NO!."

"Well why not? Were you scared of me still? You know I could take you any day, any day at all." Chandler was looking at her skeptically. "Who pinned who to the floor yesterday?"

"Yeah but Mon, you were giving me sex, I wasn't going to struggle too hard even if I wanted to."

"That a challenge Bing?"

They wrestled giggling in the bed. After a few moments Monica sat on Chandler in triumph. Chandler looked up and smirked. "I bet you couldn't give me another massage either." He challenged with hope in his eyes.

She lent down and kissed him., then pulled away. "You still have to answer my question. Why not?"

Chandler's eyes went down self-consciously. "I think of you differently."

"I'm not as sexy?"

"Oh you're sexy, very sexy. I just…. I want to wrap you up and look after you and pamper you and keep you from getting hurt. That doesn't really fit with… ya know."

"Beating me with a cane?" She smiled as she finished his sentence. "No I can see the problem. S and M doesn't really fit with those sort of mushy feelings." She started to giggle again at the contrast in how she thought he felt about her only few minutes ago and the reality that he had now confessed. As she giggled he joined in until the tears were streaming down both their faces.

When she at last calmed he leaned and kissed her gently. "Monica?"

"Yeah?"

"You won't tell anyone will you?"

"That you threatened to beat me with a cane or that you are the biggest, soppiest romantic on the planet?"

"Both."

" I could be kept silent. But I have a price."