Peter comes clean and lays out some options

It didn't seem so long ago to Peter, but it had been almost ten years that he had known the Carlson girls; Alexis first, a little blonde girl in pigtails that Madeline met in girl guides, and then her older sister Eva, who was a few years older than Maddie and Lexi and throughout her teenage years mature enough to be trusted to babysit. These personal connections also helped Peter at work, where their father Ben was an executive and had been expected to take over the top spot when it came available, and while the fathers never developed a friendship of their own, Peter was always nice with the Carlson girls and tried to act as though he didn't notice as they developed into hot young women. Of course it was obvious to all and the poor Peter couldn't help fantasizing about them during private moments and envying the boys who would get an opportunity to try the blonde beauties out.

Peter never would've imagined that not only would they be black, but that one wouldn't be a boy at all, but a black man his own age who had taken the top job instead of Ben. Peter tried to imagine how that snob Ben Carlson would feel to lose the promotion of a lifetime to an "affirmative action negro", as Ben had put it during an unguarded moment, and then to have his own daughters' virtue defiled by that same man and his equally dark-skinned son, and decided it landed somewhere on the scale from insanity to ****-suicide.

And how did Peter feel about having his own little princess in the mix for this sordid stew of blacks and blondes? Thinking about it made him a little light-headed, but also aroused and a little giddy. He was a voracious consumer of interracial porn, of pretty little white girls made by **** or deceit to serve the insatiable sexual appetites of black men still considered bt some their social and racial inferiors. Now Peter realized this was what all that study had prepared him for, to help deliver the Carlson girls and his own daughter to service of big black cock. The only hesitation was his own selfish attraction to the Carlson girls, and the certainty that they would have no time for his ghostly four-inch pecker once they had sampled Africa's finest.

"Can I get one of Carlson's girls, Mr. Dexler?" Peter proposed, but it sounded like abject grovelling. "Just, there's only two of you and three girls. I know you think Maddie is hot, so Lexi can go with Tyrone and then I end up with Eva, right? Or, you know, Tyrone can take my daughter and you hit Eva, and I'm happy with Lexi. That's fair, right, for letting Maddie go bla..."

Peter trailed off, not sure if he should call attention to the color of Dexler's skin, especially since the white girls were now all staring at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Tyrone broke a momentary silence as he guffawed at the humiliated white man, while Rodney's face betrayed only the slightest hint of a smile.