Madeline the Model

Eyeing the curvy teenage body of his underling's stunning daughter, Rodney Dexler asked Madeline if she'd ever considered being a model, and her green eyes seemed to light up at the suggestion.

"Wow, you really think I could be a model?" Madeline asked Mr. Dexler. Modelling had been a secret ambition of hers, but she had always thought that her father wouldn't approve of her taking up the profession. Maddie had realised over time how uncomfortable Peter got when he saw men checking her out or trying to chat her up, especially older men like Mr Dexler. But she figured her overprotective daddy really couldn't argue if she worked ads or trade shows to promote his company; modelling for the company would be helping her family.

"Damn girl, of course you could be a model. You're fine as hell." Rodney saw Maddie blush at his compliment. "And you've got the type of attitude we look for: fun, sexy, up for anything," Rodney continued, further flattering the 18 year old. Rodney had plans on how to use this innocent blonde beauty to draw in clients, and he figured turning her into his slut was a simple matter of telling her what to do.

"I don't know if my dad would approve of anything too racy!" Maddie replied with a nervous smile, noticing the long looks the black man was taking over her body and seeking reassurance.

Mr Dexler simply put a powerful arm around Maddie's shoulder, and looked her directly in the eyes with a persuasive glint in his eye. "Come on now Madeline, I'm sure your father would be in favour. Anything which helps the company is good for him and you as the gorgeous face and body of this company would be very good for the company. Besides, we sure as hell couldn't let go of the father of our number one spokesmodel could we?" Maddie considered the point the black man raised. He was right, there wasn't anyway in which being a promotional model for the company would hurt her daddy's career and it seemed like he might need the help. Besides, it was an opportunity she had always secretly wanted.

"Ok, I'll do it." Maddie said eagerly, nodding and beaming up at the older black man. The charismatic Mr Dexler had swayed her opinion. Rodney was now thinking about how to best sway this to his advantage, How could he use this to further his goal of getting in young Madeline's panties?

"Hold on," Rodney said with a note of disappointment, lightly stroking Maddie's face with his hand. "As much as I'd like to give you the job right here, there are some formalities we need to clear up first." Maddie wondered what he could possibly mean, suddenly nervous that she may not have the chance to model after all. What sort of formalities would she have to go through before she started work?