Rodney invites Madeline to Take-Your-Daughter-To-Work Day

Just then Peter's bluetooth cellphone rang, and when he answered it, Rodney Dexler's disembodied voice filled the car. "Hey, it's Rodney, you find your daughter?"

"Uh, yes, Mr. Dexler, I'm here in the car with her right now," Peter replied.

"Hi, Mr. Dexler!" Madeline added cheerfully, winking at her father.

"You must be Madeline," Dexler's voice said. "You have a lovely voice, perfect for sales. I bet you'd be better than your dad!" Madeline laughed as Rodney continued. "I'm your dad's boss... hey, why don't you come into the office tomorrow? I'd love to meet you."

"Okay!" Madeline immediately responded, nodding vigorously.

"Oh, uh, but won't you have classes tomorrow, honey..." Peter stammered, turning pale.

"Peter, it's 'Bring-Your-Daughter-To-Work' day tomorrow," Rodney declared, and Peter gulped, knowing it was actually Peter-Bring-Madeline-to-Dexler day. "Don't worry, we'll go easy on you, Madeline. Wear something fun! You'll be spending the day with me!"

"Thank you, Mr. Dexler!" Madeline chirped, holding her hands to her chest appreciatively. After the call ended, she gushed optimistically to her father: "Maybe if he likes me Mr. Dexler can give me a reference letter for colleges," the blonde shared. "Or I can convince him to give you that promotion that you wanted." Madeline tossed her hair and bit her lip, probably intending the smoldering result to be 'don't mess with me' instead of 'fuck me black man', which Peter was certain would be Dexler's interpretation.

That night, Madeline was upstairs occasionally doing her homework between chats with friends while Peter was downstairs checking out help-wanted sites on the internet. He thought maybe he could work up the will to quit his job before his boss deflowered his daughter, but the job market was as dire as he had feared, and he knew that without his help Madeline would not be able to go to college, whereas with the promotion he would be able to send her without any student debt. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was inescapable: he was powerless to stop Dexler, or save Madeline.

The next morning, Peter put on his usual slightly rumpled dress shirt and khakis and went downstairs, where he discovered Madeline was up and ready, wearing a short plaid skirt and knee socks that accentuated her toned gymnast legs, and a light pink low-cut camisole top which showed alot of cleavage and under which she didn't appear to be wearing a bra. Her blonde hair hung around her shoulders and she applied pink gloss to her lips.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Peter gasped.

"Fun but businessy, right?" Madeline confirmed, then picked up a cute little blazer jacket thing from the chair, her breasts jiggling as she shrugged it on then smiled at him. The jacket barely buttoned in front of her waist, with ample cleavage still bursting forth despite the extra layer. Peter had to admit that there was no way to dress his knockout of a daughter so that she wouldn't be sexy, but even this flirty number looked like how a stripper would portray a businesswoman. While he contemplated her fate, Madeline folded her arms and tapped her foot, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Come on daddy, we don't want to be late for work," she scolded him gently, then led him out the door to the car. "I feel so grown up, like this is my first day as a woman!"

Madeline didn't know how true that was, Peter thought ruefully.