They know they have but to go along with their daughter's defilement.

A sullen stare forward was all the answer, Rodney needed.

"Excellent. Let's get this party started."

Sam, Peter, and Ben followed Rodney back to his table. The predators swarming around Madeline, Lexi, and Gwen smiled as they sensed it was time to move this scene to a more private locale, where the real fun could happen. From this close, they could see the unfocused and slightly glazed look in their daughter's eyes as they were constantly bombarded with booze, ****, and male attention.

It was an odd procession through the hotel as 6 black men, led 3 young women, followed by their fathers, to a suite on the top floor of the hotel. Many eyes watched them on their journey. Some men looked on with jealousy, wishing they could partake of the lovely young girls. Others shivered uncomfortably at the thought of their own daughters, wives, or other women in their life suffering a similar fate. Some of the women wished they could trade places as well, though few would ever admit it.

The suite had a large living area, centered around several doorways that led to other rooms. Sliding glass doors near the back led out onto the balcony where a private, hot tub was bubbling invitingly. Lavish furniture adorned the room, including a pool table.

One of the men immediately went to the fully stocked bar and procured drinks for themselves and the girls. Peter noticed him depositing some of the crushed-up pills into the girl's drinks.

Peter, Ben, and Sam were ushered to a couch and also given a beer. They didn't even bother to fully let the white powder in the drink dissolve.

As the girls were pulled onto various men's laps and began drinking their own drinks, Rodney approached the fathers once more. "Drink up, fellas." Lowering his voice, though it was doubtful any of the daughters could have focused enough to hear what he said even if he shouted, Rodney leaned forward. "It is better this way. Your daughters want to have some fun. You shouldn't get in the way of that. Now drink."

Rodney stayed and watched as all three of the men finished their drinks. The rigidity of their uncomfortable positions soon disappeared as they leaned back into the plush couch much more relaxed as the **** did their work.

By the time Rodney turned back to the rest of the room, 5 sets of eyes were looking in his direction, seeking permission to begin the real fun.

Dwayne had Madeline seated on his lap. Her red dress was slightly askew, and every movement nearly caused her large breasts to pop free. Her head rested back against his large chest. He was casually shifting back and forth as the **** girl unknowingly rubbed back and forth across his erection confined tight within his pants.

Standing behind a drunken Gwen, who was leaning over the pool table drunkenly attempting to line up a shot, the massive forms of Marcus and Adrian took turns "showing" her how to play while taking the opportunity to rub the massive erections tenting their track suits against her pert ass.

Over by the bar, Lexi was being fed yet another drink by the last two men in the room. Malik Johnson and Jamaal Williams were executives in Dwayne's company who had been invited to the 'negotiations'. Malik was the older of the two, well into his fifties, and though he was still a large man, time had added layers of fat to his midsection. Jamaal was the skinniest in the room, though still was close to six feet, 5 inches. Jamaal was behind the bar making drinks, while Malik was rubbing her side as he engaged the drunk girl in random conversation. Both sensed the moment of truth arriving and turned to see the cue.

Despite being **** on the couch next to Sam and Ben, Peter realized what was happening as well. He knew he should be protesting, that he should be standing up and trying to save his daughter, but his body simply wouldn't cooperate. All he could do was lay slumped on the couch as Rodney turned to Dwayne.

"We have a deal?"

Dwayne's meaty hand reached around Madeline, casually resting on the breast barely contained by her dress. "We have a deal. Consider it done."

"Excellent. Then I think it is time for us to have some fun, gentlemen." Rodney turned back to the couch where Peter sat. "Thanks Peter. I'm not sure I could have sealed this deal without your help. I hope you enjoy the show." Winking at the **** father, Rodney stepped aside to let him see the view that he had momentarily blocked.