Gwen comes in with questions

Peter hung up the phone in frustration, once again unable to reach his valuable client. He paused to look again at the photograph of his beautiful cheerleader, seeking inspiration from her beaming radiance. Madeline didn't know it, but this project meant alot to her future, as success would result in a nice fat commission he could direct to her college studies next year, but without it Peter would still be without a major sale since Goldman left, soon putting his job at risk and leave him struggling even to finance the mortgage, and his busty daughter would be left to earn her own way: waitressing, stripping, maybe even turning tricks to continue her education.

"Excuse me, Mr. Esche...?" came a tentative female voice, and Peter looked up to see that Rodney's secretary Gwen had appeared. The sexy redhead was wearing a short black skirt and tight, low-cut white blouse today, and pushed her palms together in front of her DD-cup breasts in praying motion. "Mind if we talk for a moment?" Peter motioned for the chair facing his desk, and she settled in with a grateful smile.

He knew her father, a janitor named Sam who had worked here for just about longer than anyone, and when Madeline went to high school Gwen had been a senior. She was now 22, had been quickly promoted out of the secretarial pool to the executive office by Mr. Dexler despite her inexperience (which certainly raised eyebrows), and was soon to marry a nice kid her age named Brody.

Gwen smiled nervously as she glanced over at Madeine's photograph, no doubt recognizing the cheer outfit from her alma mater. "Mr. Esche, would you say that young women should resist the temptation of power and stick to... guys more like themselves?" she asked abruptly. He waited for her to elaborate, but she looked down and her face disappeared behind her red hair, so he scrambled to make sense of her vague query.

He looked down at the engagement ring on her hand and wondered if she was unhappy with marrying at such a young age. But why would she come to him with this? It's true that she didn't have many friends in the office, especially among her jealous overlooked secretarial colleagues, and that besides her boss and her father, he was probably as friendly as it got for her. Then it hit him... is she saying she's attracted to him?!

"Well, a woman shouldn't be with someone just because of compatibility..." Peter responded, hoping that was the answer she was looking for. "You mean an older man..." He could see her nod and so he pushed on excitedly, dumbfounded by his luck. "Like the kind a girl meets through business..."

"Sort of like that," Gwen agreed and Peter started to get excited about his opportunity to slide his four-inch pecker into this goddess. "But what if he's black?"

"Uh..." Peter stammered as Gwen used her hands to part her hair, her green eyes peering through to gauge his reaction. Was Gwen seduced by Mr. Dexler? His dick stiffened even more as he imagined his big black boss taking advantage of an innocent white girl young enough to be his daughter.
"That used to be really wrong, men like me would hate to even imagine it," Peter replied carefully. "But these days we gotta get out of the way, not only let it happen but let pretty white girls know they've got to go with that dark desire to just do what you should and go black."

"What about Madeline?" Gwen asked, gesturing at the picture. "Shouldn't she be with black men?"

"Of course," Peter assured her, sweat beading on his brow as he imagined his precious blonde daughter's defilement by well-hung negroes. "She's not really dating yet, but I'd understand if it happened."

"Understand?" Gwen pressed, leaning forward against his desk. "If a black man wants to cram Maddie full of cock, then that should happen, shouldn't it?"

Peter dabbed at his forehead, shrugging but nodding as he tried to act casual about this proposed debauchery, trying to change the topic. "So I guess you're not getting married?"

Gwen looked confused, a faint smile curling along the end of her lip. "Of course I am!" she insisted, turning and walking out of his office and leaving Peter bewildered. So if Gwen wasn't having second thoughts about marrying a white boy, what was all this about? Maybe it was a test masterminded by Dexler to see if he was a racist?