Finish with Madison...for now

Madison's wedding gown is hanging on a hook on the back of the door. With a wave of your hand in changes. "Get dressed, Mads. Don't forget, only sluts wear a bra at their own wedding."

"Like, I know that!" spits Madison.

Madison has to have her bridesmaids help her. Her new dress is white but with huge puffy pink shoulders, a deep V in the chest and lace over the chest so her nipples are visible. The dress goes to her ankles and is so tight around the legs, she has to take ridiculously small steps. There are large pink sequins, the size of dimes, down the side of the dress and pink feathers around the bottom. Her train hangs below a huge orange bow on her butt, and the train is made of white, pink, orange, and green feathers. Also, thanks to you, her shoes have six inch spiked heels covered in rhinestones. The dress is backless, and you put a tramp stamp that reads Property of Robert Katz! on her. The dress looks totally ridiculous, but thanks to you, Madison thinks it is gorgeous, and you see the bridesmaids trying not to giggle. As you notice there are five bridesmaids, you put letters on the seat of their panties, so when they are standing on the altar, the letters will spell SLUTS.

You smile and make sure the vows you thought up for Madison are in her head. You then turn to Tawny. "Madison, Tawny, it is appropriate for a fancy wedding to have the groom's messenger fuck the maid of honor up the ass. Why haven't you offered it to me yet?"

"God, Tawny!" said Madison, "Why can't you do anything right?"

"Really, Tawny!" you say.

"I'm so...like...I'm so sorry!" She looks at Madison then at you. "Where do you...I mean, where are we..."