Friends: Ross's Revenge - What Monica Did Part Part 4: Running (MF, cons)
by Exintaris ([email protected])

After sleeping a few hours, Monica woke again, sweating and needing to pee
badly. She was also feeling aroused. She had been dreaming that she was on
the balcony, only this time it had all been going wrong: the men, led by
Ross, were laughing and jeering contemptuously at her for getting pleasure
from what was being done to her. To relieve her discomfort she went to the
bathroom, and once there decided to have a shower to calm herself down. She
had stiffened up in her sleep: her legs were particularly bad, but her pussy
and ass were definitely sore, the muscles of her mouth and throat were
tender, and her knees were scarred and painful. Carefully she applied
ointments in various places.

Once she had done all this, she felt wide awake and went to make herself a
cup of coffee. She sat down at the table and continued the train of thought
that she had begun in the bathroom, as she began to confront all the
implications of what had happened to her, and what she had done, last night.
It was becoming absolutely clear that it was going to be very difficult to
stay in New York. Not only were her relations with Chandler and her friends
now extremely strained, there was the whole problem of Ross. She might well
encounter him; indeed, she would not put it past him to go out of his way to
ensure that she did, just to add to her feelings of humiliation and pay her
out for everything he blamed her for. If she did meet him, she would surely
attack him, assuming that he did not attack her first, which he might well
do. Either way it would cause the most tremendous scandal, and bring out
everything that they had been hoping to cover up.

And could she go to work, knowing that she might meet some of the men from
the balcony in the subway or on the street? How would they behave, when they
had no evidence that she was anything but a totally willing slut? It would be
incredibly embarrassing, at the least. And there was worse. If Ross could lie
so convincingly to their mother, he might well find a way to do the same to
her employers, or her co-workers in the restaurant. If they believed him,
then she would surely lose her job, and once her agent got an explanation for
this she would almost certainly dump her. This could badly affect her whole
career. It was beginning to look as if she had a very uncertain future in New

So, she suddenly thought, if soon there may be nothing for me here, should I
just leave? Her heart sank at the thought of leaving her beloved apartment,
and her friends - and Chandler. But she did not think that there was any hope
for their marriage now. She strongly doubted that with the best will in the
world she could be a proper wife to him any more, even if he was willing to
take her back - and if he was, it would be out of pity, which she knew she
would resent. But she would miss him badly if she went away. She would miss
all of them, and also and not least her nephew Ben and niece Emma. She sat
and agonised for some time. For a moment rage overtook her as she thought of
the ruin that Ross had made of her life, and her hands curled into fists.
Yes, if she met him again she would find it impossible not to attack him -
and that was probably the best reason of all for leaving New York.

So, she would go away. But she would leave a letter, so that her friends
wouldn't worry. She went to get writing paper. Thinking out what she
wanted to say took quite a while and made her sad, but she got it written
eventually. Then, although it was still early, she got dressed, found a
couple of cases, and began to pack what she would need most in the way of
toiletries and clothes, including one or two good outfits. Then she sat
and looked at her cases, and agonised some more about whether this really
was the right thing to do. But she could not see that staying offered any
better options, and finally, determinedly, she got to her feet. It was
just after dawn, but she wanted to get moving. She put on her coat and
took one last look around her apartment, her home for so long. She noticed
the videotape that documented her utter degradation, lying discarded on the
floor, and made a snap decision, picking it up and putting it in her purse.
It might prove to be a useful weapon against Ross, if she ever needed one.

For a moment she wavered, nearly breaking down again. Then she heaved a deep
sigh, picked up the cases, and headed for the door. She tiptoed down the
first flight of stairs, irrationally afraid that someone would burst out of
Joey's apartment to stop her, then hurried down the rest. When she emerged
on the street, she realised that she had no real idea of where she wanted to
go, except away. She paused, then headed for the avenue, where she might pick
up a cab, all the while trying to think what she should do. She suddenly
shrank from the idea of leaving New York altogether and abandoning her job.
Was she doing the right thing, after all? Should she go to a hotel?
Irresolute again, she stopped, overcome with sudden tears.

In a moment a cab drew up beside her. "Wanna cab, lady?" a voice said, and
she gasped as she recognised it. She turned, to see Larry. His eyes widened,
then showed uncertainty.

"Yes, it's me, Monica," she said.

"Your husband throw you out?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I'm ... I'm leaving," she said, with a half-sob.
"It's ... complicated." She couldn't say any more, suddenly choked with sobs.

"You poor kid," he said sympathetically. "You want me to take you somewhere?"

"I, I don't know what I want to do," she wailed. "But I have to leave."

He got out of the cab and put an arm round her. She burrowed into him,
grateful for a male shoulder to cry on. After a brief burst of tears, she
pulled herself together.

"Thanks, Larry," she said, drawing back. "You were good to me last night. I
don't know why, when I was acting like the worst kind of slut."

"I heard on the street, somethin's going on," he said. "They said, there's
this real hot white woman up there, would do anything for anybody, and I was
sorta curious, you know? And when I saw you, you looked so great, I wanted
you very badly. I been thinkin' about it since. I got this sorta feelin',
maybe that wasn't all your own idea, even though you seemed to be gettin'
off on it big time. But that guy with the camcorder, I thought was your
husband - he wasn't, was he?"

Monica hung her head. "That was Ross, m-my brother. He ... it's a long

"Want to come tell me over a coffee?" he said, his voice even and unshocked.
"I think you needs to tell someone."

She hesitated, and he added, grinning, "I won't kidnap you or nothin' -
scout's honour."

She decided to trust him. "Okay," she said.

He put her cases on the back seat, evidently expecting her to sit beside him.
She did so, and smiled at him.

"You got a job?" he asked as he drove off.

"I'm head chef at Javu's, do you know it?" she said.

"Hell yes," he said. "Classy place." He looked at her admiringly. "You must
be good." His face showed unhappiness. "If I'da known ..."

"Never mind, Larry," she said. "What way could you know? And, like I said,
you were good to me. I liked you."

He grinned. "Thanks. Now, you just gonna move somewhere else in New York, or
do you want an airport?"

"I'm not sure I can stay in the city," she said. "Suppose others recognise
me - and the story may be all over town soon. I can't believe no one spotted
what was going on."

"I wouldn't be so sure, about the story spreadin', that is," he said.
"Those guys would be just from around here, mostly, though there was other
cabdrivers that got involved. But, yeah, makes sense to leave the area. Okay,
let's go to Kennedy, so it'll be handy if you decide, you goin' right away.
Coffee's better around there, anyway."

Along the way she explained the background, and by the time they had found an
all-night place near the airport he had heard the whole story in outline.
Suddenly feeling hungry, she had a large pastry with her coffee, and felt
better as soon as she bit into it. They chatted quite easily. She told him a
fair bit about herself, and learned that he had been married, but was
divorced, without children, and not dating anyone seriously. She felt relaxed
with him and found that she was liking him a lot. But she sensed a tension in

"Something's eating you," she said finally. "Come on, Larry - out with it."

"You, uh, you wouldn't consider maybe ... stayin' around?" he said
hesitantly. "You could, uh, use my apartment, up in Queens, go on with your
restaurant job, find out in a while how things stand with your family and
friends - and maybe we could, uh, date?"

"You really want to date me, when you know I'm such a slut?" she said in

He waved a hand. "That don't signify, 'specially not if you was kinda forced
into it. No, I really like you, Monica. I'd be happy to date you."

For a moment she seriously considered it, then sighed. It was tempting, but
though she liked Larry she didn't really want to date him, and she still felt
that the reasons for leaving New York were strong ones.

"It's a great offer, Larry," she said gently, "and I do appreciate it most
sincerely. But I have thought about this. I can't stay in New York right now,
with the chance of meeting my brother; he might even go to Javu's to, to
plague me. And even if he doesn't, my friends would look for me there and
we'd be fighting over me running out on Chandler ... and then there's all the
men who used me last night, that I might meet ... No, it's better that I
leave altogether, for a good long while anyway."

He looked melancholy. "I guess so."

A wild idea was suddenly born in her head, which instantly became something
she felt eager to do. She smiled, and reached across the table to place her
hand on his. "But I'll tell you what I will do, if you want," she said. "For
all this support you're giving me, I'll put out. Because I really like you
too, Larry."

He looked at her in slight shock for a moment. "You sure you can handle that,
after last night? Ain't you hurtin'? And, well ... I'm black."

"I'm sure," she said, with a wicked grin. Already she could feel herself
becoming aroused and wet at the thought. "I really want to do this. Don't
worry, Larry. I know what I'm doing - and even if I don't, I'll never blame
you, honestly. And as for your being black - frankly, my dear, I don't give
a damn."

He gave a bark of laughter at the Gone With the Wind reference. "Okay, I'd be
really dumb to refuse such a good offer," he said. "You wanna come back to my

"Why not?" she said. "Okay, let's go." She stood up decisively.

An hour later, she was happily abandoning herself in Larry's embrace. He was
proving just the kind of lover she wanted at that moment, straightforward and
vigorous. She had been afraid that she might not want ordinary one-on-one sex
after her experiences on the balcony, but her reaction to the sight of
Larry's naked body showed her that this was not something to worry about. He
stripped well, for a middle-aged man, and his substantial erection was
arousing to look at, and the hot look he bent on her naked body was very
cheering to her spirits. He put on a condom, though she had said he didn't
have to; of course, he would be protecting himself from anything she might
have picked up.

When, after they had embraced standing, running their hands over each
other, he lifted her easily and took her to the bed, and bent to suck on her
breasts, a hand meanwhile fondling her pussy strongly, she felt as much
excitement as she ever had with any man. And when, finally, he moved his body
onto hers she spread her legs for him without any hesitation, and thrilled
all over with anticipation when she felt his cockhead at her entrance, almost
as excited as when she had first gone to bed with a boy. Maybe, she thought,
she was getting extra excitement from the taboo-breaking feeling of doing
this with a black man, even though she was not conscious of feeling any
colour prejudice. But the knowledge that her mother would be shocked rigid
certainly gave the act extra spice.

As soon as he began to enter her she pushed up at him, feeling pain but
welcoming him in, revelling in what she was doing. She could find no regret
in her mind at this deliberate cheating on Chandler, done entirely of her
own free will. Their marriage was over; only the formalities of ending it
remained to be gone through. Making love with Larry was letting her feel in
control of herself again, even more than her decision to involve herself
fully in the balcony gangbang, and she took great delight in the first proper
lovemaking with a single partner that she had experienced for some time.

Larry proved to have considerable staying power and his strong steady
thrusting eventually brought her to climax, crying out joyfully. He chuckled
and kissed her, then groaned and thrust forward hard as he finally began to
come, gripping her fiercely. Then he sank down onto her, and she threw her
arms around him, welcoming the feeling of a man's weight on her. They lay
together silently for some time, relaxed and contented.

"I can't imagine why some woman hasn't snapped you up," she said eventually,
kissing him affectionately on the cheek.

"Well, more than one has tried," he said, with his infectious chuckle. "Maybe
when I get a bit older, I'll try marriage again."

"Give me some way to get in touch with you if I come back to New York," she

He looked pleased. "I'll give you a card."

After a while more she felt a little restless, and he seemed to sense it.
"Okay, let's get this show on the road," he said, sitting up.

Smiling at him for his thoughtfulness, she got out of bed. "I'd like to
freshen up a little."

He showed her the bathroom. When she came out, he was fully dressed again. He
sat watching her dress with obvious approval. Eventually he said, "I guess
this is gonna sound dumb, but ... you have any idea where you wanna go yet?"

"Let's see what planes have seats," she said.

When they finally got to the airport, they found out that a plane to LA was
leaving fairly soon. Intrigued at the thought of crossing the country and
visiting a place she had heard of so often, Monica used her credit card to
buy a seat at once. It was not so expensive, in fact. Then she wanted to
offer Larry money to pay her cab fare, but he would have none of it.

"Just gettin' to be with you is payment enough, though I know you didn't mean
it that way," he said firmly. She had the sense not to refuse his generosity.

As they sat together, waiting for her flight to be called, she took the
opportunity to contact Javu's and leave a message - to her relief, there was
no one there yet - simply to say that she was sorry, she had to leave New
York very suddenly and they could keep that month's pay in lieu of notice.

Meanwhile, Larry was looking thoughtful. Finally he said to her, "You know
LA's like the capital of the sex industry? That's a way to make good money
for not much work, if you don't mind the sex, and from what I saw last night,
that shouldn't be a problem." He grinned momentarily, then looked serious,
even slightly apprehensive. "I'm just sayin' this, Monica, because like they
say, it's good to have more than one string to your bow, and you been sayin',
a good restaurant job might be hard to find now, what with you walkin' out.
I, uh, I hope this ain't offendin' you, but it seems like, you burnt your
boats, and might be ready for somethin' like that."

"I sure have burned my boats," said Monica emphatically. "Porn, huh? I'm not
offended, Larry: that's not a bad idea. Let's face it, I'm a real slut, so
why shouldn't I make some money from it, while I'm still young enough?" She
felt sudden doubt. "But am I young enough, and attractive enough?"

"Monica, you listen to me - you got looks, talent, and loads of character,"
Larry said insistently. "In fact, I guess you might make a good stripper, if
you don't like the idea of porn."

"Another good idea," said Monica. "Larry, thanks for everything." She leaned
forward and kissed him very gratefully. "I'm not sure what I'd have done
without you."

"Don't knock yourself," he said seriously. "This, what happened to you, it's
bound to shake you up some. But what I see in you is a person who can cope
when the goin' gets tough. And you got a likable personality, you know? When
I saw you up on the balcony there, I wasn't thinkin', here is some skanky
white slut - I had this kinda sympathy."

"That's because you're a good guy at heart," she said affectionately.

Then her flight was announced, and she got up. "I'll be in touch," she said,
and kissed him again, then walked steadily to be checked through, turning to
wave. He waved back, then turned to go.

* * *

Phoebe got in to the apartment early next morning, hoping to catch Monica on
her own, but she found Chandler already there, seated at the kitchen table
and crying. A sheet of paper lay in front of him. He looked up at her.

"She's gone," he said in a dull voice. "She's run off and left us. This
note's for us all."

Her blood turning to ice, Phoebe stepped forward and picked up the letter.
There were stains on it, as if it had been wetted in places. She wondered if
that was from Chandler's tears or Monica's.

"Dear Chandler, Phoebe, Joey and Rachel," she read, "Mom called after you
left. Ross has told her a story that she believes, and she's disowned me. I
think he might try to tell the story against me with my employers too, to
lose me my job. I feel so mad when I think of him, I know I'll go for him if
I ever meet him again. And I know that, if I stay around, you and I will be
arguing all the time, like we did last night, and I don't want that, so it's
best I leave. I don't know where I'm going, but I'll get in touch soon.
Chandler, I'll have to draw on our joint account, but I'll find work just as
soon as I can, and then I'll pay you back.

Please don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'm sorry for everything, and I
love you all, especially you, Chandler. Monica."

Tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks, Phoebe fell into a chair beside
Chandler and put an arm round his shoulders. "Oh God, Chandler, I'm so sorry.
I would have stayed with her, if I'd thought she'd do something like this."

"None of us could have expected it," Chandler said. "You shouldn't blame
yourself. The one I blame ...", suddenly he shouted, "is Ross!"

"Me too!" she said fiercely. "But ... Chandler, what if she is pregnant?
She'll be all on her own."

"We just have to hope she'll have the sense to come back from wherever she's
gone," he said.

"For him to lie about her to his mother!" said Phoebe through gritted teeth.
"He is a real piece of work! What has happened to him? I tell you, Chandler,
I'm sure some evil spirit has possessed him."

"I could believe that, Pheebs," said Chandler sadly.

"Can we guess where she's gone from what she's taken?" Phoebe asked.

"I haven't looked," said Chandler morosely. "I've just been sitting here,
wishing I'd done things differently."

"I don't see what else you could have done," said Phoebe, wishing to console
him. She hadn't seen him this bad for ages.

She got up, went into the bedroom, and looked around. "She's not taken much,"
she reported. "But I guess she might not have wanted to carry a lot."

At that moment, Joey and Rachel came in, Rachel carrying Emma.

"What's up?" said Rachel, instantly sensing there was something wrong.

"Monica's gone away," said Chandler in the same dull voice as before.

Rachel put her hand to her mouth with a shocked expression. "Just like that?"

"She says she is sorry in that letter, which explains what she's thinking,"
said Phoebe gravely.

Rachel sat down and glanced at the letter. For a moment her face showed
sorrow, but then it set in a frown. "This kind of suggests she feels guilty,"
she said. "Maybe it wasn't all on Ross's side, after all."

"I thought you believed her," said Phoebe rather sharply. "There's certainly
no doubt about it in my mind: Ross forced her into all of it. Okay, so she
really got off on some of it, but - "

"I don't want to hear any more about that," Rachel interrupted. "It's not
gonna make any of us feel better, is it?"

"Why are you being like this about it?" Phoebe said fiercely. "You heard how
she said, she had like totally lost control of her life, and you can imagine,
can't you, how devastating that would be for someone with her nature." At the
thought, her tears began to run again. Her sweet, generous, control freak
Monica, trapped in a situation where she had no way out, but had to fuck to
survive. She clenched her hands into fists as she thought of that bastard
Ross, subjecting her to that.

"She needed sympathy," said Chandler softly. "And we didn't show her anything
like enough. Oh God!" Tears began to roll slowly down his face again. Phoebe
put her arms round him.

"She wouldn't have gone far, right?" said Joey, his face drawn. "Maybe she's
just gone to her parents, like we pretended she'd done, the night Chandler

Chandler really began to sob at this reminder. Looking very sympathetic,
Rachel put Emma down and came over to join in hugging him.

"No, Joey," said Phoebe quite gently. "Look at the letter. She says, Ross has
already told their mother all kinds of lies, and she's called and disowned
her. That may have been the, like, crucial factor that pushed her into

Suddenly Rachel broke down in tears too. "I shouldn't have been so hard on
her," she sobbed. "She's been wanting a baby so much."

"It wasn't just you, Rach," said Joey, patting her on the back. "We all came
down on her over that, one way or another."

"Yeah," said Phoebe bleakly. "Even I asked her to reconsider before I left.
Well, we just have to hope she calls soon. There's not much else we can do
but wait."

Emma began to make indignant noises at being abandoned, and Rachel went over
to her, making an effort to pull herself together.

"We could still talk to Jack and Judy and try to tell them the truth," she
said, "and, I guess, talk to Carol and Susan."

"Yeah, we have to contact them," said Chandler with more energy in his voice.
"But as for the Geller parents, I don't think it's worth it. Judy won't
believe me, and Jack takes his tone from her."

"Maybe they'll believe me," said Rachel, but rather tentatively.

"Leave it, Rachel," said Chandler wearily. "Let Judy come to us. Now, what's
Carol's number?"

The phone was picked up almost at once.

"Yes?" snapped Susan, sounding very mad.

"Oh, uh, sorry to call so early," Chandler began.

"Is that you, Chandler?" she said. "Is this about what Monica's done?"

"Ross has called you?" he said.

"Yes," she said grimly. "Chandler, I'm sorry for you, and even sorrier to
have to say this, but - "

"Whatever it is, don't say it!" Chandler broke in firmly. "You've been told
a pack of lies, just like Judy Geller."

"Ross ... was lying?" Susan said uncertainly. "How do you know?"

"Because ..." Chandler had to think for a moment, to find the best argument,
"because the son of a bitch videoed what he made Monica do," he said finally,
"with the sound on, yet, and we've all seen and heard some of it, and for
that and a whole lot of other reasons, we believe Monica's story." He turned.
"Don't we, guys?" He held up the phone.

"Yeah!" shouted Joey and Phoebe very loudly. Rachel did not shout, but said
after them in a clear, carrying voice, "Ross is a liar."

"Oh," said Susan in a shaky voice. "Oh my God ... oh God, Carol, you have to
hear this," her voice faded a bit, "Chandler and the others all believe Ross
is lying, and it seems they have some proof."

"Let me talk to them," Chandler heard Carol say faintly. Then her voice came
more loudly, "Chandler, is that you?"

"It is," he said. "Look, I know Ross has been a good father to Ben, but - "

"Is it true?" she said hoarsely. "Ross ... raped Monica?"

"That's the least of what he did," said Chandler, grim in his turn. "I'm
sorry, Carol, but he seems to have completely flipped. I can hardly bear to
tell you all that he's done and made Monica do. Luckily, Treager alerted us
and we ... stopped it."

"I ... I can't believe it," Carol stammered. "There's ... there's no
possibility you could be mistaken?"

"Why would you rather believe Ross than Monica?" he replied harshly. Then, as
she gasped in apparent shock, he added hastily, "No, I'm sorry. I understand,
because it was hard for us to believe, too. But there's no doubt in my mind
now. We think Ross has had bad feelings about women building up inside him
for a long time. It was just Monica's bad luck that she caught it - it could
as easily have been Rachel, for instance."

"He, he just attacked her, out of the blue?" Carol faltered.

Chandler sighed. "It's more complicated. Monica did ... behave unwisely, and
that's partly my fault - we had had a bad fight."

"I, I just can't take this in," said Carol in a desolate voice. "Look, can we
meet? I can get time off, for something as serious as this."

"I guess I can, too," said Chandler. "Can you come to the apartment?"

"Around ten would be best," said Carol, "after we've taken Ben to school, and
I've contacted my own school to arrange things." She put the phone down, but
not before Chandler heard her sobbing, and Susan's soothing voice.

(To be continued)


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