Things continue and escalate.......

18 year old Madeline Esche was torn and confused by what was happening on the dance floor between her and her father's boss.

On one hand she was quite thrilled and impressed with the 6'4" black man's muscular body and confident, almost cocky, attitude. It was clear to her why this 'Alpha Male' was THE boss as he held her in his powerful arms like she was nothing more than a toy doll in his grip. It was as if he took whatever he wanted and nobody dared stop him.

What impressed the blonde cheerleader even more as the size of the man's impressive 'package' inside his pants. Madeline couldn't believe anyone could be THAT big and simply tried to write it off as her imagination running wild from the drink she downed earlier. It was almost as if he had a baseball bat stuffed inside his pants she thought as she felt the rock hard member rubbing against her tummy through the fabric of Dexler's trousers.

"Did I do that?" she asked herself not fully understanding why a man, more than twice her age, would be hard with her voluptuous body being pressed up against him. Madeline was so innocent.

In the back of her mind she really wanted to see what this powerful man looked like naked and what he was packing between his muscular thighs.

Of course she was really a 'good girl' who was brought up in a very religious houshold by her loving father and would never, ever act on those repressed thoughts and feelings. She truely believed that it was the proper and moral thing to do to wait until marriage before having sex. To her permarital sex was a sin but flirting a bit (or showing her tits) was OK as long as things didn't go too far. While not a racist, and based on what her father had taught her, she felt that interracial sex wasn't in the cards as it was taboo.

The **** of Dexler's mouth over hers caught her off guard as the huge man's tongue worked its way past her gloss covered lips and entwined with her own tongue. The passionate French kiss felt incredible to the stacked teen as she briefly enjoyed the sensations flowing through her young and eager body.

Just then reality caught up with her and she moved her lips from Dexler's as she pushed him away with her hands on his chest.

"Oh Mr. Dexler!" she gasped trying to catch her breath and her face turned flush as she looked away from him, "Please! I'm....I'm not that type of girl!"

"He he." he laughed and a wide, evil smirk appeared on his face as he whispered into her ear, "I think I know exactly the TYPE of girl you are."

At that moment the slow dance music ended and Dexler guided the busty blonde teen off the dance floor and back to their table. His strong arm wrapped around her slender waist as if she might get away from him.

"Thank God." thought Peter as he finally saw his precious daughter and his overbearing boss returning to the table. Peter's pulse was racing and his throat was parched as he couldn't get the vision of his boss feeling up and kissing his daughter out on the dance floor. He knew it would be best to try to come up with some excuse for them to leave.

"Peter..." Dexler said as approached the table with Madeline on his arm, "you never told me your daughter was such and exceptional dancer!"

"I...um...never knew myself sir." Peter answered quietly.

"And such great company." Dexler added as he looked over the teen's curvy body as if he was undressing her with his eyes.

Peter thought it best to try to excuse themselves and said, "It's um...getting a bit late and I think...we....um...better....."

"Nonsense Peter!" interrupted Dexler, in no uncertain terms, "The night is still young!"

"But um Mr. Dexler..." Peter weakly began to protest.

"But nothing!" Dexler said, his lustful eyes locked on Madeline, "Why don't we head up to my suite for a nightcap? We can discuss some things, Peter, about your future with the company."

Peter swallowed hard when Dexler mentioned his 'future with the company'.

"Well..." Peter said, not feeling he had much choice, "I suppose ONE nightcap would be alright."

Madeline looked nervously at her father as if to say, 'What are you doing? I think we should go.'

Dexler grinned widely as he turned and led the busty blonde cheerleader across the ballroom floor with her father close behind.

Peter felt that everything would be OK as long as he was with them. He was confident that Dexler wouldn't try anything 'funny' with his daughter with him present and he'd keep the conversation focused just on business.

A lump formed in Peter's throat as he watched his boss, his arm around her trim waist keeping her close to his side, escort his young daughter through the large room. It was as if she was his trophy. Peter's eyes looked over his daughter's exposed back in the low cut halter dress and then at her nice ass which swayed back and forth with her every step as she walked at a rather fast pace to keep up with Dexler. As she walked in her heels, her shapely, toned legs revealed themselves through the slit in her dress, Peter had to admit to himself that she was quite the looker, dressed to thrill in her sexy little outfit tonight. He knew he'd have to get her out of Dexler's suite and back home as soon as he could, before something bad happened.

Stepping up to the closed elevator door Dexler hit the 'Up' button and then took the opportunity to slide his hand a bit lower and rested it on Madeline's firm butt. She didn't say a word as she knew her father was right there and simply wrote it off to just Mr. Dexler being friendly and having a few drinks.

A soon as the elevator doors opened Rodney Dexler led Madeline inside the empty car with Peter right behind. There was no way the protective father wanted to get left behind.

Dexler hit the top elevator button and the doors closed.

As soon as the elevator began moving up Dexler looked over his shoulder at Peter and said, "Your daughter is a very special young lady. You should be very proud of her."

"I am." Peter responded.

Dexler turned back to look into Madeline's eyes as he said, "Very special indeed and very beautiful."

Madeline just blushed as the doors opened on the top floor as she said, "Thank you Mr. Dexler."

Dexler led Madeline down the long hall to the last door and used his key card to open it before leading Madeline inside his room.

Peter quickly followed before the door closed behind him, not wanting to be left behind out in the hall.

"Oh this is pretty nice." Madeline said looking around Dexler's suite.

The suite had one large living area with several couches and a small kitchen area with a bar in it. Through a door they could see a bedroom dominated by a kingsize bed in the center and a bathroom off to the side.

Large sliding glass doors led out to a private balcony which overlooked the city below and connected the living room and bedroom from outside.

"Have a seat and make yourselves comfortable." directed the large black man as he motioned to Peter to take one of the single chairs in the room.

Peter sat down in the plush chair and his daughter sat down across from him on the couch.

"Let me fix you that drink I promised." Dexler said stepping behind the bar, "It's a special one."

Peter wanted to mention something about his daughter being only 18 and too young to drink but kept his mouth shut as he watched Madeline cross one well toned, bare leg over the other and figured, 'What's the harm in just one little drink?'

A short while later Dexler returned with their drinks and sat down on the couch next to Madeline, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Cheers." Dexler said and they all took a drink from their glasses.

Peter almost choked on the powerful drink Dexler had given him.

Madeline, on the other hand, thought her's was quite tastey as she took another sip.

"You know Peter..." Dexler began glancing up towards the middleaged white father, "business has been quite tough recently and we're going to have to make some changes soon..."

"Changes?" Peter asked with a nervous tone as he took another drink, "What kind of changes?"

"Well I'm going to have to restructure the sales ****, maybe let some people go..."

Sensing where this might be going Madeline pushed out her impressive chest and said, "My daddy is one of the best sales people!"

"Well there's more to it." Dexler said looking at the busty blonde cocktease.

His cock was still rock hard as he imagined taking the stacked cheerleader into his bedroom, peeling her sexy little dress off her pornstar like body and banging the hell out of her in every way possible with her loving father just outside.

Peter seemed to feel the room spinning a bit as he listened to his boss. Maybe the drink was stronger than he realized he thought as he slumped back in the chair.

What's next?

Dexler makes Madeline a proposal?

Madeline makes Dexler a proposal?

Did Dexler spike their drinks?

Does Peter stay awake to save his daughter? Will Dexler get his wish?????