FATHER OF THE BRIDE II - PT 1 Ted Fleming paced the back steps of the church, as many dads before him had done, and many would in the future. What was it about brides that made them perpetually late? He was a man that controlled a multi- million dollar business conglomerate, and he couldn't get a twenty year-old girl in a white dress to show up at her own wedding. Unbelievable - a church fool of guests, the groom waiting at the altar, and no bride! He was going to kill Meagan. His cell phone rang. "Ted Fleming," he answered. "Mr. Fleming, it's Wendy, Meagan's Maid of Honor. You won't believe it, but the limo got a flat tire! We need you to come get us." The father of the bride took down their location. He knew right where it was, he was on the way. Surprisingly, he was not upset about the flat tire. He was a man of action, and now that he knew what the problem was, he would be able to fix it. He gave a brief explanation to one of the ushers, and took of in his car. A ten-minute drive brought him to one of the city's parks, where they had no doubt gone to take pictures. The limo was right where the girl had said it would be. If Mr. Fleming were better acquainted with his daughter's friends, he would have known that he had not been speaking to Wendy at all, but to Veronica Fox! He parked and hurried over to the limo. One of the bridesmaids was waiting next to the open rear door of the limo. She was a petite blond, with a cute bobbed haircut and flattering glasses. He didn't recognize the girl, but that wasn't very unusual as his business activities precluded him from being very active in his children's lives. "Where's my daughter," he asked somewhat shortly. He didn't have the best personality. "She's in the car. She was rather distraught about being so late." Ted Fleming got into the limo and Tiffany Sloane promptly closed the door behind him, trapping him inside with the dreamily devious Veronica Fox. When he entered the car, he saw his daughter sitting across from him with her back to the driver. The brunette beauty was resplendent in her white satin gown. It was very modern, tailored to closely hug her nice young body. His baby girl had her veil down, obscuring her face and she was holding her splendid bouquet and crying into a white lacy handkerchief. "Oh darling, don't cry," he comforted moving next to her. "Here let me see that pretty face of yours." He raised her veil and put his hand under her chin to make her look at him. She lowered her hanky and smiled, an evil `cat just got the cream' smile. "You're not my daughter," he gasped. "No," she agreed holding up her beautiful bouquet of delicate pink blossoms. A quick wisp of pink gas drifted gently into his face. It smelled very sweet and made him feel instantly warm and drowsy. "What are you doing?" he demanded, waving his hand in front of his face. "Putting you to bed darling," she told him as he continued to fuss. "Shhh, don't fight it," she whispered. "A nice nap will feel so wonderful." She thrust the flowers in his face and gave him another whiff of narcotic bedtime. Mr. Fleming sank back into the cushy seat with a sigh. He had a peaceful smile on his face. Tiffany climbed into the car grinning. Veronica could tell that everything was ready. "There don't you feel better?" she cooed to the rich, relaxed gentleman. "We're going to go for a little ride," she explained. "Tiffany here is going to suck your cock and I'm going to ask you some questions. If your answers are satisfactory, she'll make you feel wonderful. If you try to lie or keep anything from me, I'm going to become quite cross. Do you understand?" Fleming yawned and nodded sleepily. The bespectacled blonde had peeled off her bridesmaids dress and knelt on the seat next to him. She rubbed the front of his trousers feeling his already prodigious erection. Getting gassed by a beautiful femme like Veronica Fox had made him quite aroused. Tiffany unzipped him and began to gently run her tongue up his shaft. Veronica meanwhile took his chin in her satin-gloved hand and stared into his eyes. "Now darling I'm going to need to know a few things. Bank accounts, safe-deposit boxes, and of course the combination to the safe in your mansion…" FATHER OF THE BRIDE II - PT 2 Meanwhile, another sleek limousine pulled up to the gate of Mr. Fleming's private compound. The security guards were used to wealthy guests, but today was the wedding of their boss' daughter and no visitors were scheduled. One of the armed guards came out of the guardhouse and approached the driver's door. He tapped impatiently on the window and it slid down. A lovely Asian girl in tight fitting black livery was behind the wheel. "What can I do for you ma'am?" the guard asked politely. The girl didn't respond just jerked her thumb back, indicating the rear of the vehicle. He walked to the back of the car as the rear window lowered. He looked inside and was a little surprised. "Miss Meagan!" he exclaimed. He turned to his partner and motioned for him to open the gate. "It's ok," he yelled. "It's Meagan Fleming." He turned back to the car and looked inside again, realizing for the first time that the girl wasn't alone. Sitting next to her was an elegantly beautiful blonde wrapped in a silver fox fur coat. Her face was partially obscured by a black fishnet veil. "What are you doing here Miss Meagan," he asked. "Shouldn't you be at your wedding? I hope everything is alright." The girl just stared through him as if he wasn't there. Her eyes were half-closed and glassy, like she had just woken up. "Everything is fine," the blonde woman told. "We simply forgot a few things. Like the contents of her daddy's safe." She raised her hand from her lap revealing a small gun. Before he could react she fired a small dart that stuck in his neck. He collapsed immediately. The second guard had opened the gate and stepped outside of the guardhouse. He was curious as to why Meagan would be here instead of at her wedding. Maybe she had called it off. His thoughts were interrupted when his partner suddenly and inexplicably fainted. Without thinking he moved toward the car. The driver had her own dart-gun and pointed it out the window. A well- aimed shot got the second guard in the butt, and he fell forward on top of his colleague. The limo proceeded through the gate followed by a blue van. The white lettering on the side read `Fox Cleaning Service". The vehicles drove up the long driveway and parked in front of the house. Victoria Fox turned to the lovely but sleepy brunette sitting next to her. "You did well," she told the girl removing a makeup compact from her pocket. "You deserve a nice nap." She flipped open the compact, pursed her lips, and blew. A fine pink dust shot into the bride's face and the already drowsy girl slumped over asleep. When `Queen V' got out of the limo her vixens were already in action. Magda, Ava, and Zsa Zsa, the blonde bombshell triplets, had piled out of the side door of the van and were hastily gathering their gear. The tempting trio all wore enticing French-maid outfits, with black satin dresses, white aprons and white wrist-length gloves. "Quickly girls," encouraged Miss Fox. "Lets get our hands on that lovely loot that is sitting in Mr. Fleming's safe." The finished outfitting themselves and moved toward the front steps, their elegant boss falling in behind them. Magda knocked on the door and it was answered presently by the formally dressed butler. "I'm sorry but the master of the house is out," he informed the women dryly. "And he has no need of a maid service, he employs his own." "I think you'll like the services we provide much more," insisted Magda as she caressed the front of the elderly man's trousers. While her sister had him distracted, Ava took her feather duster and gently rubbed it in his face. The man collapsed to the floor with a sigh. Zsa Zsa was already moving into the house. She had a white cloth in one hand and a spray bottle of liquid that looked like some sort of cleaning fluid in the other. Miss Jenks the middle-aged woman, who served as the Fleming's real maid, came strolling into the room. "Arthur," she called, "Who is that at the door? Don't people realize that it's Meagan's wedding today?" She stopped short when she saw the delectable Zsa Zsa approaching her. The blonde discreetly spritzed some `cleaning fluid' from her bottle into the rag. "Who are you young lady?" demanded the no-nonsense domestic as she strode towards her. "Arthur, why did you let this woman in the house?" She stopped short when she got a few feet from the French maid. She could see past her now, to the unconscious butler in the doorway. Zsa Zsa's sisters were waltzing in. Miss Jenks gasped and turned to run, but the blonde was on her quickly. Grabbing her around the waist, she forced the rag into the older woman's face. The rightful maid struggled furiously but was much older and weaker than her attractive assailant. Her burning lungs screamed for oxygen but when she tried to breath she received nothing but the overpowering odor of chloroform. The medicinal scent made her gag and she moaned pitifully into the rag. But Zsa Zsa was without pity, and she tightened her grip as the gray-haired woman's action became sluggish, her struggles more subdued. Within moments it was over, the real maid going limp in the lovely young impostors arms. Zsa Zsa looked up to see her sisters at work, already loading the contents of Mr. Fleming's `secret' wall safe into the large sack that Ava was carrying. Their Mistress, Miss Fox, stood nearby watching, as she ran a large unlit cigar under nose. Zsa Zsa stood and went to her, pulling a gold butane lighter from the pocket of her apron. She held up the lighter and Victoria nodded gratefully before bringing her cigar to life. She exhaled with a satisfied smile and pulled a cell phone from her pocket. She hit a pre-programmed button and waited for an answer. "Veronica darling," she said simply, "It's done."