Madeline is left to wait in the parking lot

"I'll be back in a minute," Peter assured his daughter, leaving the keys in the ignition as he exited the driver's door and rushed into the front entrance of the office building. Madeline frowned slightly, disappointed to be left sitting in the car. After a couple of minutes she was already bored, drumming her pink fingernails on the dashboard as she glanced around at the monotonous neighborhood of parking lots and anonymous glass buildings separated by strips of lawn.

She lowered the window to get some fresh air and started playing with the radio, settling on a rap song that her father would definitely not approve of. Her blonde head started bobbing to the beat, her green eyes widening as profane, misogynist lyrics filled her head. The teen bit her lip at the thought that a song like this would be playing when her daddy's boss bends a hot little blonde over his desk and violates her, and that maybe a girl like her even inspires songs like this. 'I bet a rapper would write a really good song after fucking me!'

Madeline's hands had moved under her thin cotton skirt, her fingers playing against her now aroused vagina as she started to breathe heavily and fantasize about taking her first big, black cock. Then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and the cheerleader gasped to see who was there... maybe watching...?