Rodney introduces Maddie to the Casting Couch

"F... formalities?" Madeline asked Rodney, looking up at her father's boss, unsure as to where the much older black man was taking this conversation.

"Well, you see honey I'm a very powerful man in this company. If I say we're hiring a model, we hire that model." He paused to coax a smile out of the blonde girl before continuing, "But I need to feel confident that anyone I hire is up for the job. Like, what if one of our major clients wanted to spend some time with you, I need to know that will happen and that those men are going to be happy. Is that something you can do Madeline?" Rodney said, as his hand snaked it's way onto Madeline's uncovered knee, Rodney's black skin contrasting with that of the blonde bombshell.

Madeline realised now that things had moved up a level from their earlier flirtation, and that what Rodney was doing now was clearly crossing a line, but she didn't want to stop things yet. She tried to relax and remain calm in this powerful black man's presence, as how she behaved now could determine not only her own future but her father's as well.

"What do you mean, Mr. Dexler?" Maddie asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Rodney noted that she was trying to play things cool, not trying to show her reaction to his advances; that she hadn't gone running out the room was a good sign though. He started to escalate things, stroking the hot teen's silky thigh. "I need to know you can have fun when someone like a client wants to have some fun with you." Rodney replied, his hand snaking further up Maddie's leg towards her panty covered snatch.

Questions raced through Madeline's mind as the strong black hand of her dad's boss disappeared under the hem of her skirt. Did she want this black stranger feeling her up? Was the modelling job (or her father's job) worth it? Would she really have to put out for clients if she took the job? Did that really have anything to do with why she was in this situation now, or was it just that the charismatic Mr Dexler has seduced her into wanting his big black cock? The wetness she now felt perhaps held the answer, that maybe she'd be willing to do whatever she was told by this black man if he'd take her virginity.

"I... I can have fun," Madeline assured him, her breaths growing shallow as his fingers brushed against her damp panty-covered pussy. Her big green eyes locked on him as the intensity of the situation hit her.

"Madeline, some of our big high roller clients look like me," Rodney explained. She mouthed with word 'black?' and he nodded. "What do you think of that?"

"It excites me, Mr. Dexler," she admitted quietly, and he pulled the compliant teen up onto his lap and kissed her forcefully on the mouth, which she reciprocated, already imagining what else they could do together.

Rodney was firmly in control as he informed the sexy blonde girl, "So far so good, but..."