The Wrong Side Of The Tracks ©
A/N: Okay, I know Erica has been being quite the little bitch, and I have no way to really fix her now, and I am sorry. I will try to tone her ways down a bit. I also wanted to let you know tat she was raised in a very high- class family, so she is kind of snobbish, yet can be very sweet! Okay! On with it!
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Chandler put his forehead in his hands. How had he let Erica treat Monica like that? Monica must be totally devastated. Stupid Eddie and his stupid comments! Chandler looked up to see Erica looking at him.
"She was the stripper, wasn't she? That's why your party sucked, because you wanted to see your long lost friend." Erica accused sadly. Chandler looked up at her.
"Erica, I'm so sorry. But she was one of my best friends, and I didn't want her to be in that position at my party." Chandler said simply. Erica rolled her eyes.
"Chandler, she's a stripper. I think she has been in that position before." Erica said leaning back. "I wish you could have told me what was going on. Look at me. Do married couples have secrets? NO. They don't." She sighed.
Chandler looked away. There was no use in continuing the conversation. He looked towards the stage where Monica had been. He had to talk to her. He had to explain. He looked at Heather and Ross, who were still talking, and then over at Eddie who was getting a lap dance from a hot stripper (Chloe). He tapped Erica on the arm and told her he had to go to the bathroom, and walked towards the back of the room, near the dressing rooms.
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Monica was shoving all of her belongings into a bag. Rachel was right behind her trying to calm her down.
"She saw me, I'm such an idiot!" She sobbed. Rachel helped her pack her stuff.
"You're not an idiot." She said softly. "Monica, it was a sign. You aren't supposed to be living like this. It's time to get out of here." Rachel said looking into her eyes.
"You're right. I don't need to be here, I need to leave for the night. Now." She said. "I can't just quit yet. I still need more money." Rachel heard their boss grumbling as he came closer to the room. Monica looked at her pleadingly.
"If he comes in here, he'll make me get back out there." She said quickly. Rachel nodded.
"Go, I'll tell him it was an emergency." Rachel comforted. Monica embraced her friend before she ran out the exit close by. Rachel turned around and prepared herself for the worst. Low and behold, a man walked in.
"Rachel, where's Monica?" He asked in his thick Brooklyn accent.
"She had to leave, it was an emergency, Brant." Rachel said quickly. Brant looked at her and narrowed his eyes.
"What aren't you doing out there?" He asked.
"Well, since Monica left, I didn't think there was a point."
"No point? We've got about ten guys out there who aren't getting anything. Chloe and Tamaqua are doin' the best they can, but we need another out there." He said looking out to the bar area. Rachel sighed.
"I don't know were to start." She said helplessly. Usually, Monica or Phoebe had always been there to tell her who to dance for. Brant rolled his eyes and just pointed.
"Uh, him. That guy over there talking to the brown haired broad." He said pointing to Ross. Rachel swallowed.
"But, uh, he looks like he has a date." She tried to talk her way out of it.
"Who takes a date to a strip bar? No one. GO. If I don't see that guy slippin' twenties in your bra in about two seconds, someone is gonna get hurt, and that someone will be you." Rachel groaned at stepped back out to the murky bar. Ross saw her and looked away to make sure she wasn't embarrassed. Rachel looked back towards the dressing rooms where Brant was pointing to his watch impatiently. Rachel continued towards Ross until she was standing right in front of him.
"Hello sir." She said giddily. Ross looked at her strangely. Rachel motioned towards Brant, and Ross caught on. Soon, Rachel was giving Ross a full lap dance, much to Heather's anger. Rachel was trying to make it look as enjoyable as possible, but she felt very strange dancing for him. She felt like she was leading him on. Ross sat still, not really knowing what to do other than laughing uncomfortably. When he saw Heather looking less than amused, he put a few bills in Rachel's blouse and Rachel walked off happily, and thankful that it was over. Heather tapped Ross on the shoulder and told him she was going to the bathroom, but never came back.
Once she was in the dressing room again, she took out her earning for the night and counted them up. She had nearly 1200 dollars in tonight alone, until she pulled out the three bills Ross had given her. Her eyes widened as she saw the three hundreds he had slipped her.
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Chandler looked around but couldn't find her, so he stepped outside for some fresh air. When turning the corner, he saw Monica sanding next to a beat up slug bug with the trunk open. She was cursing to herself when he neared her.
"Hey." He said trying not to startle her.
"Hi." She said uncomfortably. "Well, uh, Erica knows now, huh?" She asked. Chandler nodded.
"I'm very sorry that Erica embarrassed you like that. I really wish she hadn't done that to you. You didn't deserve that." Chandler made clear. Monica leaned against her car and sighed.
"I haven't done anything. Erica just doesn't seem to like me. The only thing I can think of her being mad about is me telling you I like you."
"USED to like me." Chandler corrected. He looked at Monica who was looking deep into his eyes. Finally she nodded.
"Yea, USED." She agreed quietly. Chandler was taken aback by her reaction, and was bout to question her about it when he heard a familiar voice behind himself.
"Hey man, I'm heading home. This night was AWESOME." The voice rang. Chandler looked behind to see Eddie walking arm in arm with Chloe, the stripper from inside. Chandler laughed as he watched the newly couple walk to Eddies car.
"Well, I guess the night wasn't a total loss." Monica said a bit more upbeat. She smiled at him. "I know Erica doesn't like me and all, but don't let that be a reason to avoid me, okay?" She asked. Chandler nodded.
"Okay. I promise." With a kiss on the cheek, Chandler disappeared back inside of the bar. He walked back to his booth and took a seat next to Erica.
"You just missed it." She said normally. Chandler straightened his tie.
"Missed what?"
"You know your friend Monica's floozy friend, ah, Rachel?" She asked. Chandler nodded.
"She's not a floozy, but yea."
"Well, either way, she just came out and gave Ross a lap dance, totally ruining his and Heathers date."
"They weren't ON a date." Chandler defended. "And you don't understand what's going on with Ross. He won't date for a long time." He said looking at the rim of his glass.
"Why?" Erica asked interested.
"Because he's so hung up on Rachel it isn't even funny." Chandler chuckled. Erica smiled.
"Rachel?" She chuckled. "Why?" Chandler stopped laughing and looked at her.
"That was really rude. In fact, you have been really rude a lot lately." Chandler said standing. "Come on, let's just go." Chandler said harshly. Erica looked at him waiting for him to changing his mind, but his stare won. "Now." He finished.
"Alright!" Erica snapped.
"Where's Ross?" Chandler asked looking around.
"He left a while ago." Erica said putting her coat on.
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Rachel ran to catch up to Ross who was walking up the street a few blocks from the strip bar. He had ridden over with Erica and Chandler.
"Ross!" Rachel called. Ross turned around and waved. Rachel wrapper her coat tightly around herself as she ran closer to him. The rain was pouring a down. A lot harder than before. She pulled out three green pieces of paper. "Ross, I can't take this." She had to yell because of the sound of the city and the rain.
"No, take it." Ross urged. Both ran over to the side of a building where the rain was blocked and it was dry so they could talk normally. "It's for a good cause." He said smiling.
"Oh, what's that? The 'Help a Stripper' cause?" She asked sarcastically. Ross shook his head.
"No, it's for a very brave, a very strong, and a very beautiful woman to get back on track, quit her shitty job as a stripper, and have the life she deserves." Ross said heartfelt. Rachel smiled back at him, her heart melting.
"And I get all of that for the low price of 300 dollars!" She said in an announcers voice for a cheesy infomercial. Ross laughed.
"Take care Rachel." He said as he buttoned his jacket. Rachel stopped him.
"I'm going to quit." She said. Ross turned around.
"What?"
"Tonight. I'm going back there and I'm going to quit. I have enough to open my store, thanks to you. And, I'm going to get back on track. And I'm thinking, four months is enough of a year to be selfish, right?" She asked smiling broadly. Ross nodded.
"I think four months was fair."
Rachel took Ross' hands into her own and pressed her lips to his strongly. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, both shielding each other from the cold. Ross slid his hands up and down her back until they rested peacefully on her butt. (No, she did not laugh.) After a long moment, the two separated and kissed one more time. Ross looked into her eyes,
"You're wrong about one thing though." He informed her. Rachel tilted her head and buttoned his coat more than he had.
"What's that?" she asked. She began to stroke his shoulders and chest.
"You're not quitting tonight." He said. Rachel looked at him with a funny look.
"I'm not? Why is that?" She asked. Ross smiled at her.
"Because tonight, you're mine...."
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Monica sat in her kitchen of her small apartment looking through her mail. She was still stuck on the events that had occurred earlier that evening. She couldn't stop thinking about Chandler. There was a knock at her door. She was a little surprised to see Chandler.
"I need someone to talk to."
XOXOElizabethXOXO
A/N: Okay, I know Erica has been being quite the little bitch, and I have no way to really fix her now, and I am sorry. I will try to tone her ways down a bit. I also wanted to let you know tat she was raised in a very high- class family, so she is kind of snobbish, yet can be very sweet! Okay! On with it!
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Chandler put his forehead in his hands. How had he let Erica treat Monica like that? Monica must be totally devastated. Stupid Eddie and his stupid comments! Chandler looked up to see Erica looking at him.
"She was the stripper, wasn't she? That's why your party sucked, because you wanted to see your long lost friend." Erica accused sadly. Chandler looked up at her.
"Erica, I'm so sorry. But she was one of my best friends, and I didn't want her to be in that position at my party." Chandler said simply. Erica rolled her eyes.
"Chandler, she's a stripper. I think she has been in that position before." Erica said leaning back. "I wish you could have told me what was going on. Look at me. Do married couples have secrets? NO. They don't." She sighed.
Chandler looked away. There was no use in continuing the conversation. He looked towards the stage where Monica had been. He had to talk to her. He had to explain. He looked at Heather and Ross, who were still talking, and then over at Eddie who was getting a lap dance from a hot stripper (Chloe). He tapped Erica on the arm and told her he had to go to the bathroom, and walked towards the back of the room, near the dressing rooms.
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Monica was shoving all of her belongings into a bag. Rachel was right behind her trying to calm her down.
"She saw me, I'm such an idiot!" She sobbed. Rachel helped her pack her stuff.
"You're not an idiot." She said softly. "Monica, it was a sign. You aren't supposed to be living like this. It's time to get out of here." Rachel said looking into her eyes.
"You're right. I don't need to be here, I need to leave for the night. Now." She said. "I can't just quit yet. I still need more money." Rachel heard their boss grumbling as he came closer to the room. Monica looked at her pleadingly.
"If he comes in here, he'll make me get back out there." She said quickly. Rachel nodded.
"Go, I'll tell him it was an emergency." Rachel comforted. Monica embraced her friend before she ran out the exit close by. Rachel turned around and prepared herself for the worst. Low and behold, a man walked in.
"Rachel, where's Monica?" He asked in his thick Brooklyn accent.
"She had to leave, it was an emergency, Brant." Rachel said quickly. Brant looked at her and narrowed his eyes.
"What aren't you doing out there?" He asked.
"Well, since Monica left, I didn't think there was a point."
"No point? We've got about ten guys out there who aren't getting anything. Chloe and Tamaqua are doin' the best they can, but we need another out there." He said looking out to the bar area. Rachel sighed.
"I don't know were to start." She said helplessly. Usually, Monica or Phoebe had always been there to tell her who to dance for. Brant rolled his eyes and just pointed.
"Uh, him. That guy over there talking to the brown haired broad." He said pointing to Ross. Rachel swallowed.
"But, uh, he looks like he has a date." She tried to talk her way out of it.
"Who takes a date to a strip bar? No one. GO. If I don't see that guy slippin' twenties in your bra in about two seconds, someone is gonna get hurt, and that someone will be you." Rachel groaned at stepped back out to the murky bar. Ross saw her and looked away to make sure she wasn't embarrassed. Rachel looked back towards the dressing rooms where Brant was pointing to his watch impatiently. Rachel continued towards Ross until she was standing right in front of him.
"Hello sir." She said giddily. Ross looked at her strangely. Rachel motioned towards Brant, and Ross caught on. Soon, Rachel was giving Ross a full lap dance, much to Heather's anger. Rachel was trying to make it look as enjoyable as possible, but she felt very strange dancing for him. She felt like she was leading him on. Ross sat still, not really knowing what to do other than laughing uncomfortably. When he saw Heather looking less than amused, he put a few bills in Rachel's blouse and Rachel walked off happily, and thankful that it was over. Heather tapped Ross on the shoulder and told him she was going to the bathroom, but never came back.
Once she was in the dressing room again, she took out her earning for the night and counted them up. She had nearly 1200 dollars in tonight alone, until she pulled out the three bills Ross had given her. Her eyes widened as she saw the three hundreds he had slipped her.
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Chandler looked around but couldn't find her, so he stepped outside for some fresh air. When turning the corner, he saw Monica sanding next to a beat up slug bug with the trunk open. She was cursing to herself when he neared her.
"Hey." He said trying not to startle her.
"Hi." She said uncomfortably. "Well, uh, Erica knows now, huh?" She asked. Chandler nodded.
"I'm very sorry that Erica embarrassed you like that. I really wish she hadn't done that to you. You didn't deserve that." Chandler made clear. Monica leaned against her car and sighed.
"I haven't done anything. Erica just doesn't seem to like me. The only thing I can think of her being mad about is me telling you I like you."
"USED to like me." Chandler corrected. He looked at Monica who was looking deep into his eyes. Finally she nodded.
"Yea, USED." She agreed quietly. Chandler was taken aback by her reaction, and was bout to question her about it when he heard a familiar voice behind himself.
"Hey man, I'm heading home. This night was AWESOME." The voice rang. Chandler looked behind to see Eddie walking arm in arm with Chloe, the stripper from inside. Chandler laughed as he watched the newly couple walk to Eddies car.
"Well, I guess the night wasn't a total loss." Monica said a bit more upbeat. She smiled at him. "I know Erica doesn't like me and all, but don't let that be a reason to avoid me, okay?" She asked. Chandler nodded.
"Okay. I promise." With a kiss on the cheek, Chandler disappeared back inside of the bar. He walked back to his booth and took a seat next to Erica.
"You just missed it." She said normally. Chandler straightened his tie.
"Missed what?"
"You know your friend Monica's floozy friend, ah, Rachel?" She asked. Chandler nodded.
"She's not a floozy, but yea."
"Well, either way, she just came out and gave Ross a lap dance, totally ruining his and Heathers date."
"They weren't ON a date." Chandler defended. "And you don't understand what's going on with Ross. He won't date for a long time." He said looking at the rim of his glass.
"Why?" Erica asked interested.
"Because he's so hung up on Rachel it isn't even funny." Chandler chuckled. Erica smiled.
"Rachel?" She chuckled. "Why?" Chandler stopped laughing and looked at her.
"That was really rude. In fact, you have been really rude a lot lately." Chandler said standing. "Come on, let's just go." Chandler said harshly. Erica looked at him waiting for him to changing his mind, but his stare won. "Now." He finished.
"Alright!" Erica snapped.
"Where's Ross?" Chandler asked looking around.
"He left a while ago." Erica said putting her coat on.
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Rachel ran to catch up to Ross who was walking up the street a few blocks from the strip bar. He had ridden over with Erica and Chandler.
"Ross!" Rachel called. Ross turned around and waved. Rachel wrapper her coat tightly around herself as she ran closer to him. The rain was pouring a down. A lot harder than before. She pulled out three green pieces of paper. "Ross, I can't take this." She had to yell because of the sound of the city and the rain.
"No, take it." Ross urged. Both ran over to the side of a building where the rain was blocked and it was dry so they could talk normally. "It's for a good cause." He said smiling.
"Oh, what's that? The 'Help a Stripper' cause?" She asked sarcastically. Ross shook his head.
"No, it's for a very brave, a very strong, and a very beautiful woman to get back on track, quit her shitty job as a stripper, and have the life she deserves." Ross said heartfelt. Rachel smiled back at him, her heart melting.
"And I get all of that for the low price of 300 dollars!" She said in an announcers voice for a cheesy infomercial. Ross laughed.
"Take care Rachel." He said as he buttoned his jacket. Rachel stopped him.
"I'm going to quit." She said. Ross turned around.
"What?"
"Tonight. I'm going back there and I'm going to quit. I have enough to open my store, thanks to you. And, I'm going to get back on track. And I'm thinking, four months is enough of a year to be selfish, right?" She asked smiling broadly. Ross nodded.
"I think four months was fair."
Rachel took Ross' hands into her own and pressed her lips to his strongly. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, both shielding each other from the cold. Ross slid his hands up and down her back until they rested peacefully on her butt. (No, she did not laugh.) After a long moment, the two separated and kissed one more time. Ross looked into her eyes,
"You're wrong about one thing though." He informed her. Rachel tilted her head and buttoned his coat more than he had.
"What's that?" she asked. She began to stroke his shoulders and chest.
"You're not quitting tonight." He said. Rachel looked at him with a funny look.
"I'm not? Why is that?" She asked. Ross smiled at her.
"Because tonight, you're mine...."
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Monica sat in her kitchen of her small apartment looking through her mail. She was still stuck on the events that had occurred earlier that evening. She couldn't stop thinking about Chandler. There was a knock at her door. She was a little surprised to see Chandler.
"I need someone to talk to."
XOXOElizabethXOXO