Madeline tells Rodney a secret

Mr. Dexler led young Madeline onto the dancefloor, his beefy arm wrapped protectively around his little white treasure before turning and taking hold of her hips, leading her in a tender slow dance. There were no other couples dancing, but lots of people were standing around talking, so Madeline did not feel like the whole room was watching, although certainly some people (including her mortified father) were.

"Shouldn't a pretty girl like you be out with her boyfriend on a Saturday night, instead of here with a bunch of old people?" Rodney Dexler inquired as they danced.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend, Mr. Dexler," Madeline laughed, smiling up at him. "My daddy doesn't think I should date yet." She liked his easy and confident charm, although there was something a little unsettling at how he looked at her. She was arguably the prettiest girl in high school and had never lacked male attention, but it was of a sort of fawning deference that was flattering without being very attractive. But Mr. Dexler had a strange aggressive sexuality, looking directly down her dress at her breasts, or how he moved his hand up her dress and glided his fingers against her moistened thong panties. Madeline had never encountered such boldness, didn't know how to react to it, didn't feel comfortable deflecting it, and doubted her ability to say no to him when it mattered!

"I imagine morale has to be pretty low on the team if the busty, blonde cheerleader won't even date them, just tease them," Rodney teased, causing her to go red. "Come on, I used to be a football player, all the cheerleaders would fuck us. And the prettiest white girls were always attracted to us, the superior black men. I guess y'all just more racist around here."

"I'm not racist!" Madeline insisted, afraid of appearing foolish in front of her father's boss, before remembered her recent experience with the assertive waiter. "I even promised to lose my virginity to a negro!" the blonde girl declared confidently, before realizing how that sounded and biting her lip. "Um, please don't tell my daddy. He would die if he knew."

But Rodney was focused on the image of this gorgeous little white girl's first love being impaled on some thug's big black cock. It seemed so wrong, but so very very right. His own ebony fuckpole was fully erect, stretching against his trousers and poking and prodding noticeably against the blonde teenager's slim waist.