Madeline to seal the deal

The reception was being held in the banquet hall of a slightly run-down hotel downtown. Peter knew that this in itself was exciting for Madeline, for as a girl born and raised in the suburbs, she had rarely been allowed to come downtown for any reason. Though the crowd were mostly pudgy, middle-aged people, his daughter arrived with head high, chest out and the satisfied grin of a girl invited into an adult world.

Peter greeted a couple of colleagues on his way into the room and introduced them to Madeline, then excusing himself to go to the bathroom. On his way, Peter was surprised to run into Dwayne Tyson, with whom he had been trying to secure that all-important contact.

"Hi Dwayne, it's a nice surprise to see you here," he said to the burly black man. "I really got to go to the bathroom, but maybe we can hammer out some of those last details..."

"You brought one hell of a fine date tonight," Dwayne observed in his deep, rumbling voice. "She young; I didn't figure you for a player. How about bringing her up to my suite?"

"Uh, that's actually my daughter Madeline," Peter explained, expecting an immediate apology, but Dwayne just raised his eyebrows and glanced back at the blonde girl. "Too young to date, so available on a Saturday night, heh heh," her father added nervously.

"Yeah, I think we gonna understand each other, Pete," Dwayne predicted, turning and walking away. Peter digested his cryptic comment for a moment, but the call of nature was too strong and he disappeared into the men's room for a couple of minutes.

Upon exiting the washroom, Peter quickly looked around the room for Madeline, as she was no longer by the door where he had left her. His heart sank when he saw Dwayne talking to her in another corner of the room. Dwayne had been a collegiate lineman in his day (that day being nearly 30 years ago), and though still plenty tall (6'3) and strong, his girth had expanded considerably since, so that he tipped the scale at over 280 pounds, with equal measures of fat and muscle. Compared to the giant, young Madeline appeared positively tiny and pale, but it appeared that they were enjoying a light-hearted conversation despite appearing total opposites.

Peter strode forward, intending to insert himself into their discussions to protect his contract and his daughter, but Rodney Dexler suddenly appeared and intercepted him. "Peter, I'm hearing very good things from Dwayne Williams," the boss confided, restraining him with a firm but friendly shoulder grip. "He told me he was going to seal the deal with Esche."

"Did he say me, or Madeline?" Peter asked pointedly.

"Oh, that reminds me," Rodney continued with a smile, steering his subordinate to a table in the back of the room. "You neglected to tell us that you were bringing her, so we assigned you a single seat tonight. Fortunately, Dwayne had an extra seat at his table, and has graciously offered it to Madeline." Now Peter could see Dwayne wrap a big arm around his innocent daughter's waist and guide her to her seat in the very corner of the room.

"Madeline is my daughter!" Peter protested feebly. "She's just a girl... she doesn't even date yet!"

"They're not dating," Rodney pointed out, before scowling. "So unless this objection is race-based, that you can't abide your blonde daughter in the company of a black man..."

"No, Mr. Dexler," Peter relented.

"Then take your seat," Dexler went off to take up the microphone and welcome the guests, and Peter sank into his seat, defeated, watching as Madeline and Dwayne toasted with glasses of wine.

"Used to be a nice place, but these negroes be coming in here and taking our daughters," a white-haired man complained from across the table.

"Excuse me?" Peter asked, shocked. "Do I know you?"

"Samuel Stevens, asshole," the man grumped, shoulders slouched. "We only been working in the same damn building for what, 15, 20 years? But I'm just a janitor."

"Oh yeah," Peter now vaguely recalled the face. "So your daughter is Gwen Stevens, Mr. Dexler's secretary?" Gwen was a dream-girl, 5'8 with long red hair, sparkling eyes and natural DD breasts to stoke any man's fantasies.

"Yeah, quite a promotion for a 22-year old girl, right out of the depths of the clerical pool," Sam sniffed. "And from what I can figure, if he ain't fucking my little girl already, he intends too. I just worry that this is going to derail her upcoming wedding, so instead of a stable family, I'm gonna end up with a black bastard as a grandchild. Not that she fucking listens to me. She ain't gonna believe her old man until that negro cock is pumping away inside her."

And as if on cue, Sam and Peter noticed Rodney escort Gwen over to Dwayne's table to meet him and some black friends he brought with him, while Madeline sat obediently at Dwayne's side. It wasn't hard to foresee Dwayne's black posse take their two gorgeous, naive daughters upstairs to the suite for a gangbang. How would the fathers protect their virtue without seeming racist in front of these powerful, well-connected men lusting for their busty girls?