Peter investigates and sees some of Madeline's friends

The skies were getting dark as Peter arrived at the Dexler house, hoping to find his daughter Madeline. He didn't see her Smart car outside, but there were alot of vehicles parked on the block and he figured she may have parked around a corner somewhere, or even in the dirty alley that ran along one side of the property. Peter parked his own vehicle nearby and started walking over to the house.

His boss had selected a nice old house in an area of town once known for ****, prostitution and other inner-city problems, but that in recent years had seen an influx of young couples and college kids and was in the process of gentrification. The front yard was not fenced and Peter decided to avoid being spotted by sticking to the shadows cast by some trees (there was little street lighting as well). He felt a little bit like a pervert as he peered into the windows and tried to spy his daughter.

What he noticed was that there was alot of pretty young white girls dressed provocatively, some of whom Peter recognized from Madeline's high school, extracirular activities or from around the neighborhood. The girls were mingling with an almost exclusively black male population, some of whom looked young and clean-cut like fellow high-schoolers, but some who were older and rougher, sporting tattoos and sneers and looking more like local thugs from around the block. Peter wasn't sure which type his boss' son Tyrone would be.

Sneaking around the side of the house, he looked into a bedroom window. There were three black men in white vests and baseball caps surrounding one pretty little brunette that Peter thought he recognized as Madeline's fellow cheerleader Melissa. One of the men had a video camera and was recording as another showed the naive girl the proper technique to use a bong. She would inhale a chamber full of smoke and then, while she was coughing and her eyes were watering, they would set her up for another hit. The third man watched sternly as he prepared what looked like a crack pipe.

Then Peter heard voices around the back of the house, and he decided to go investigate there. Peeking his head into the darkened yard from around the corner, he noticed a relatively private area with a large deck holding a hot tub jacuzzi. The voices were coming from the occupants of the tub: there was a petite blonde girl who appeared to be sitting on the lap of a bald twenty-something black man. From her elevated position, Peter could see that the girl was topless, and that her 'C'-cup breasts were fully exposed. They were talking, laughing and occasionally kissing. Peter recognized this girl as one of Madeline's oldest friends, Alexis Carlson, who he first met almost ten years ago when she was a precocious pigtailed Girl Guide.

Peter wondered what Lexi's father, a hard-working executive at his company, would say or do if he was here, watching his precious daughter fornicate with some random ghetto trash. "At least it's not Madeline," Peter said to himself as he watched their kissing become more passionate, with a big black hand rising from the bubbled water to grope her delicate body as her hands descended down into his crotch.

"Oh my god, it's so big!" Peter overheard Alexis whisper. He could tell from the way her arms were moving that she had locked her little hands on his ebony meatpole and was rubbing him to a state of full arousal. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle this!"

"You will if you know what's good for you, bitch..." he told her menacingly, but she laughed as though it were a joke. Peter's own little white dick was hard as he watched the scene with growing horror...