Here's the new chapter everyone, I hope you all enjoy it. First I wanna warn you all that this chapter is definitely Rated R, since I've spiced some things up. It's nothing NC-17 of course, but it's steamy (or at least I hope it is) none the less. Read and review, let me know what you think. Also, if anyone is interested in starting a Friends Fanfic Authors Group with me, contact me at exiledsarcasm@aol.com. I know that some authors, just like me, need others to talk to and encourage them to keep up with their work and to help form and mold ideas. I was thinking about trying to start one with people using AOL Instant Messenger, since everyone can download it for free. If there is any interest in joining, please feel free to contact me. Here's the chapter.

Joey Tribbiani was in a hurry. It had been a long day in the pit and he was ready to go home. The last two days had been nothing but stressful and he was eager to get in some much needed relaxation. Beer, a couch, and primetime television were waiting at his apartment.

He was carrying around a serious burden. Joey had more information than he was letting anyone know about, including the NYPD. All the mysteries of Tuesday night weren't a mystery to him. He had all the answers. He had seen it all. The only question now was what would he do with his information. Knowledge was power, especially in his line of work. Blackmail was a very powerful way of conducting business, and some people would pay very large sums of money to keep each dirty little indiscretion a secret.

Like a master chess player, Joey was going to have plan several steps ahead of his opponents. He was going to have to predict people's reactions and guess what actions they would take once they found out exactly what he knew. There was no room for error. Wall Street was a very serious place, and once you started taking people's money you had to be prepared to protect yourself. This was not a game. Once he let it be known that he had incriminating information, there would be no going back. It would be a matter of life and death - his life, his death.

He walked at a brisk pace down the dark hallway that led to room 469. The only thing he hated about having such an isolated room was the long walk you had to take to get to it. The light in the hallway brightened slightly as he approached their private room. His pace slowed to an almost halt as his eyes took notice of some curious objects on the floor. Abandoned in the middle of the hallway was a suit jacket, and not five feet from it was a piece of baby blue cloth that he quickly identified as a blouse.

He took a few cautious, quiet steps toward the entrance of their room. Sure enough, as he stood against the wall just beside the doorway, he could hear the telltale gasps and moans of two people going at it. A mischievous grin spread across his lips as he listened to the action inside their private room. He waited a few more seconds and then, not being a shy person, waltzed right into the room.

The sight in front of him made him laugh out loud. Jill was sprawled out on one of the tables, with Ross on top of her; both clad in only their undergarments. After hearing a laugh, they both quickly looked up from their groping to find Joey smiling at them, his arms folded across his chest, pieces of clothing in his hands.

Joey tossed the jacket and blouse he had picked up in the hallway towards the two brokers on the table. "You know, if I taped this and sold it off to some of the more lonely brokers, I'd make a fortune."

Ross smirked but didn't budge from his position on the table. "Come on Joe, I know you, I know you wouldn't do that to me." Joey was extremely loyal to his friends, and not the kind of guy who would exploit them for personal gain. At least that's the kind of guy Ross thought he was…

Jill sighed and placed her arms across her semi-clothed chest, trying to cover her assets from Joey's view. "Don't be so sure Ross. He is a perverted little man." She too didn't move. She was a wild child, and not really that embarrassed by the positions she was in. She had done much more rude things in public, being seen in her underwear just wasn't that bad. The Girls Gone Wild video however…that one she would like to re-do.

Ross quirked an eyebrow and glanced down at the girl beneath him. "How would you know if he was perverted?"

Joey grinned even wider and tilted his head questioningly. "Yes Jill, how would you know?" He knew exactly how she knew about his sexual tastes, but he also knew that she didn't want that information passed around the NYSE. His grin was from ear to ear, this was just another example of Joey's plethora of information, another example of the power he now had.

Jill exhaled a deep breath and looked up at Joey with nothing but annoyance in her eyes. "Joey, was there anything in particular that you wanted? Or are you just here to annoy the two of us?" There was a reason she didn't wait to get back to Ross' apartment to have sex. She wanted in quickly, and Joey was holding up the process.

Joey shook his head negatively. He wouldn't divulge Jill's secret yet, he would save it for a rainy day. "Nope. Just wanted to return your clothes before our champion cleaning staff came by and took them." He clasped his hands together in front of him and nodded, "You guys can continue now. Have fun." He turned around quickly and walked toward the door. He couldn't help but smile, he was in control of everything.

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After the detective left, Chandler found it necessary to sit back down in the chair he had occupied just moments before. Becker had dropped quite the bombshell on him, and he needed to take a few moments to gather his thoughts. Phoebe didn't kill his girlfriend that seemed pretty clear after his discussion with Pete. Chandler never really thought that Phoebe committed the murder, but knowing for sure that she didn't was a load off of his mind. However, finding out that she was raped added a whole new level to the investigation he was about to conduct. Now he had to take revenge for two crimes, not just one.

Chandler drummed his fingers against the wooden table as considered what could be happening. He thought it very possible that someone from another brokerage was trying to wage war against the Assassins. He knew that Detective Becker thought an Assassin had committed the crime, but Chandler just couldn't see that happening. He considered it for several moments, but he could come up with no answers to that all important question - Which Assassin would kill Susie and then lie about it?

Rachel Green stared at the handsome man sitting in the middle of the dark abandoned room. She wasn't sure why he was alone, but if it were because he was still grieving, she would be sure to find a way to make him feel better. "Well you look awfully lonely in here." She smirked as his gaze darted in her direction. She strolled into the room slowly, deliberately swaying her hips in that fashion that always drove men crazy. She knew how to turn any man on, grieving or not.

Chandler was more than a little surprised to find Rachel Green around so long after the closing bell. Usually she, along with her patsies Cassie and Monica, were the first of their group to leave after every workday. He turned his chair toward her, and watched with narrow eyes as she approached. Chandler had been seduced by enough women to know when one was trying to get the attention of his southern head, and Rachel Green was definitely doing that. Unsure of why she was pouring on the sex appeal, he asked, "What's going on Rach?"

"Oh, nothing." Once she reached the table he was sitting at, she sat down on top of it, making sure that the hem of her skirt raised several inches as she did so. "I was just finishing up some business and I saw you in here all by yourself." She leaned backward and placed her weight on her arms, suggestively posing right in front the man whom lost his girlfriend just the day before.

"Yeah, I'm just doing some thinking." He did his best to ignore her blatant advances. There was no denying she was sexy - incredibly sexy - but he knew in his brain that he wasn't ready to move on. Now, if he could only get the lower half of his body to agree with him…

"About Susie?" Rachel watched intently as Chandler nodded and looked down to the ground. She thought it was because he was sad, but he was really looking down because he knew that if he kept staring at her the wrong parts of his body were going to take over his decision making. While he continued to stare at the ground, Rachel carefully reached up and undid an extra button on her white blouse. She looked him over one more time, and as her eyes ran over his crotch she couldn't help but smile at how obvious it was that her advances were working. Men were just too easy…

Chandler knew she could sense the effect she was having on him, and it became clear that the only way to escape the situation unscathed would be to run away. "Yeah. I should probably get out of here. I've got a lot of things on my mind. A lot of things to sort through."

Before he could begin to stand, Rachel's hands were on his shoulders and were pressing downward so that he couldn't move from his chair. "Now just wait a minute Mr. Bing." She smirked and slid off of the table so that she was standing directly in front of him. "What kind of friend would I be if I let you walk out of here without trying to cheer you up?" A devilish grin spread across her lips as she slowly sank down to her knees in front of Chandler.

Reality came crashing back in a heartbeat. Chandler Bing suddenly found himself drowning in a pool of guilt. Here he was with a beautiful, sexy girl on her knees in front of him when his girlfriend of a year wasn't even buried yet. He felt like an asshole. Quickly, he jumped out of his chair and moved away from where Rachel was kneeling. "Woah, Rach, hold a minute! As much as I really, really want to do this…or have you do that…to me…I…" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "It's just too soon. I-I've got to go."

Rachel stared on in awe as he hurried right out of the room. No man had ever resisted her advances before, and she found it to be quite a blow to her ego. She remained there in that same position for a long while, thinking over what had just happened. She found some comfort in the fact that he really wanted to do it, but just couldn't. It wasn't that her moves didn't work…

Rachel allowed her mind to wander off into a daydream. She'd never tell a soul, but more and more she found herself yearning to settle down. She wanted to find the right guy, ease up on her work a little bit, and allow herself to be happy. She rarely let herself think about domestication, but every time she did Chandler Bing was the guy she saw herself settling down with. The NYSE's top male and top female…they would be the ultimate couple. They would be the couple that everyone else wanted to be. Before she could dive any further into her fantasy, a voice disturbed her.

"Wow. A woman on her knees…my favorite kind of gal." Joey Tribbiani smirked as he stared at Rachel Green, still kneeling in her compromising situation. His days just kept getting better and better. "You need a guy to come and stand in front of you? Because I will be more than willing to come…"

Rachel cut him off, "Shut up Joey!" She stood up and brushed the dirt off of her skirt and re-buttoned her blouse. She knew that Joey wanted her, and the thought made her sick to her stomach. She knew that most girls found him hot, but there was something about him that she found to be completely repulsive. "Can I help you with something or do you just want to keep staring at me?"

Joey admired her spunk, it was one of the things he found overwhelmingly attractive about her. "Actually, yeah, there was something I needed to talk to you about." He glanced down at his watch, and did some time crunching in his head before continuing, "Can you stop by my place at about nine?"

"No." Rachel scoffed. Who did he think he was? When people wanted to talk to Rachel Green about things, they came to her. They did things her way, at her place, at her time. Things in the NYSE ran by her schedule, no one else's. The only person with more pull than her was Chandler Bing.

Joey laughed and nodded his head slightly. "All right, let me say it this way." He paused and looked her right in the eyes. "Stop complaining, shut the fuck up, and come by my house at nine tonight. Okay?" Joey let his body rest against the doorway as he waited for her to react. She had no idea that she wasn't in control anymore. Dropping the bombshell on her was going to be a lot of fun…

"Fuck you Tribbiani! I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I'll tell you who I am; I'm Rachel Green! I'm the top broker in BBI, I'm the hottest chick to walk the halls of the New York Stock Exchange, I'm-"

Joey quickly cut her off, "The girl that killed Susie Moss?"

The question silenced her very quickly. She stayed silent for a moment, staring him down, trying to calculate if he was serious or if he was bluffing. After another moment, she decided he was bluffing. He didn't have the guts to go up against Rachel Green. No one was stupid enough to go to war with her. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about Joey."

He smirked and walked towards her, stopping just inches from her body. He leant down a little and allowed his face to become even with hers. In a hushed whisper, he told her all about the information he was sitting on. "I'm talking about you, Cassie, and Monica driving Phoebe's car. I'm talking about the stereo blasting and the brakes squealing." He paused to let it all sink in. "I'm talking about you and your friends murdering Susie Moss, and letting Phoebe take the fall for it."

Rachel looked on speechless. He really knew what had happened that night, but how? How could he possible have all of that information? Her mind was so busy asking questions she forgot to speak. This only made Joey Tribbiani smile even more. He had silenced the queen of trash talk.

He waited another moment, and just when it seemed as if she was going to speak again, he cut her off. "My place, nine o'clock, be there. I'm not kidding." He stood still for another moment and then walked off, out of the room and down the hallway, smiling the entire time.

Joey Tribbiani was the new king of Wall Street.

There's the new chapter. Hope you all liked it…drop me a review and let me know what you thought. I steamed up this chapter a little bit, let me know if it worked or not. I'll update again soon, contact me if anyone is interested in the Authors group.