Mr. Dexler inspects Madeline's assets

Madeline still appeared very bright and alert but he could see her eyes glazing over slightly and he knew that he special drink was starting to effect the unsuspecting teen, making her more suggestible. He took a moment to glance down at her sexy little cheerleader body: her toned legs bare from the end of the plaid skirt and the start of the knee socks, and of course ample cleavage bursting out of the top of a tight-fitted jacket.

"Let me take that jacket, you look uncomfortable," Rodney suggested, gesturing at the button on her chest against which her breasts were straining for freedom.

"Yeah, o-okay, Mr. Dexler," Madeline agreed, blinking her bright green eyes and quickly reaching for the buttons and unfastening them one at a time with only a little fumbling. Grabbing ahold of the shoulders, she then pulled the jacket away from her torso and down her arms, leaving only a thin camisole top covering them. Rodney could see that the teenager wasn't wearing a bra, as with a little sweat the top clung fast to Madeline's large breasts and even to the outline of her nipples. She looked over her shoulder as she tried to shake her arms free of the jacket now piled behind her butt on the seat, also giving her now liberated titties a good jiggle at the same time.

"Let me help," Rodney offered softly, leaning over the pretty girl and reaching behind her with one hand, but gripping the jacket in a way that kept her hands trapped and her arms pinned behind her back. "You have a fantastic body, Madeline," he observed, his face only inches from her own in his new position as he rested the free hand on her thigh. "Would you mind if I asked if your breasts are real?"

"No..." Madeline replied quietly, before giving him an embarrassed smile. "I mean, no I don't mind, yes my breasts are real, Mr. Dexler." She gave them another little shake for his inspection, but he decided to move his free hand up and under her top and grab a handful of titty himself. Sure enough, it was firm yet tender young flesh, yielding in a way no implant could be. The blonde beauty silently awaited his judgement, her arms still pinned behind her back by his one hand and her jacket while he mauled her bare breast with the other, wincing slightly at his calloused grip and trying to smile when she could, nervous but wanting to please her father's boss if she could.