The situation is certainly progressing in that direction.

Warned by the staff to remain seated, the three fathers ate little as their attention remained on their daughters on the other side of the room. Even Ben began to look uncomfortable as he watched their boss circumspectly use **** to get Lexi more comfortable with the situation. Images of their respective daughters being bred by much larger, and older, negroes both horrified and aroused as they flitted through their heads.

Peter watched as Madeline, still seated on Dwayne's lap, initially shook her head when presented with the pills being passed around. She laughed and giggled, though clearly this was uncomfortable territory for his young daughter. She stood no chance though. The pressure was relentless and within a few minutes, the pill was swallowed. Only then did Dwayne allow Madeline to return to the seat next to him. No doubt he knew her fate was sealed at this point.

Sam watched as Gwen looked to her boss for direction when the pills were presented. Rodney gave her a curt nod of affirmation in response. The trusting bride-to-be allowed the pill to be put into her mouth by the track suit negro on her left.

Ben looked like he was going to stand up several times as Lexi firmly shook her head when presented with her own pill. It was only after Rodney lowered his head and spoke into her ear for several minutes that she reluctantly accepted it.

Peter and Sam lowered their eyes momentarily as their worst fears came that much closer to being realized. Ben stared straight ahead, the full weight of his actions beginning to land on his shoulders. Each man rationalized what was to come, trying to paint the best picture possible for their futures. Maybe they won't get pregnant. They will keep their job. The sales deal will be completed. As the reality of their situation worsened, these rationalizations became harder to believe.

The negroes at Rodney's table always maintained some sort of physical contact with the girls with an arm draped around a shoulder, a hand on a hip, or a teasing kiss that was masked as a playful interaction. Shots of Tequilla were constantly passed around the table, always ensuring that the girls received at least one. For the much larger men, the effects of the **** were slow. For the much smaller girls...not so much.

Rodney had to leave the table for a brief period of time to give his speech, another period of time in which the fathers received another warning from the hotel staff despite many other individuals mingling from table to table. Lexi was not left unattended as another much larger, much older, black man sat down next to her.

"Oh god...I don't want a nigger grandchild." Sam murmured more than once. The **** he had imbibed to try to dull his sorrow was likely doing little more than lowering his inhibitions.

Similar comments were uttered by the other two fathers despite them drinking much less.

The fathers glumly watched as their daughters were prepared for what was to come. A part of them had to admire their skill, always keeping the girls off balance and intoxicated enough to be accepting of the next step without allowing them to become too drunk/**** that it would become blatantly noticeable to the others at the dinner. Surely, many at the dinner knew exactly what was happening, but without any signs of obvious distress they could rationalize looking the other way.

After the speech, Rodney approached the three fathers. "Our dinner is winding down. My friends and I were thinking of having a little party in our suite. You should all come along." His words were accompanied by a meaningful gaze that made it clear this was not an offer to be turned down lest severe consequences follow.

The three men looked to each other, took a deep breath in unison, and answered.