A wedding and a boner

"I now pronounce you wife and wife." The minister said, making it official. Before he could even say the words, "You may now kiss the bride," the newly married couple was already off as the pair started to lock lips right in front of the minister. If he were truly a man of the cloth, then the sight of two women not only making out but getting married might have sickened Peter. Luckily for him, he wasn't a man of the cloth, as evidenced by his boner.

It was a pretty large boner one that would have normally drawn attention. Luckily for him, this was Las Vegas, a place that was known for being weird. A fact that had been made all the more evident when the newly married couple first entered the Chapelle barely dressed. They were wearing next to nothing minus their vale and their gutters belts, one of which contained a large rod of cash that was sticking out.

At first, he had turned them away, but when the woman with dark hair reached into her belt and offered him half of their cash, he became prowess to say no. The pair had no witnesses and a sketchy license , but their money was good, and he was told this had to happen tonight. Not wanting to argue and risking losing the goods, Peter quickly made arrangements. Luckily, he had a couple of witnesses on call in case of such matters, and after a couple of hours of prep, the wedding was on.

It was a short ceremony, nothing special or out of the ordinary except for the happy couple involved. The chapel didn't get a lot of Lesbian weddings sure their been a few this was Vegas after all, but nothing like this. This was like a scene out of a Pornographic movie, the kind a pastor would never watch but one Peter had seen many times watching alone.

Still, there had been one strange thing about the newly married couple. During the hours of waiting and preparation, the dark-haired one chose to talk. The blond one was too busy feeling her up. When asked how she got so lucky, the woman with dark hair just smiled and gave a devil's grin. Her only answer to the matter came in what seemed like a joke. " I willed it," she said, holding her soon-to-be bride tightly by the arm.

As the pair left, Peter felt off about her statement. "I willed it." What could she have meant by that Peter thought, holding cash in hand. Could he have just married a person against their will? Peter asked, thinking to himself. Peter looked at the cash once again, counting each of his bills. Little did Peter know how right he was as unbeknownst to him something was off with the newly married happy couple.

The dark-haired woman identified as Serena by her driver's license had indeed willed her wedding into place going so far as to use questionable means in arranging this marriage to her new wife, the lovely Valerie. Someone who, if they had the choice, would never marry Valerie, someone who didn't even like girls. Still, these were facts Peter didn't know, and soon he'd forget about his growing doubts as the money would suppress any lasting guilt. After all, it was Vegas, a place of freaks. Why should he worry about another questionable story.