Watching the cheerleaders at the football game

That night, Peter was in the stands at a high school football game, but of course he was just there for the cheerleaders. He watched his pretty young daughter Madeline trot out in her sexy little uniform along with the rest of her squad to take their positions on the sidelines. During the game, the teenagers occasionally conducted synchronized dances, but mostly the girls stood around watching the game, chatting, rustling their pon-poms and occasionally jumping and gyrating when something particularly exciting seemed to be happening.

At one point, Peter was watching the cheerleaders perform a slightly naughty bump and grind performance during a timeout and his mind went back to Rodney Dexler's leering appraisal of Madeline's picture in his office. 'I bet Mr. Dexler would love to see Maddy do this,' Peter thought to himself with a smile as a twirl and bend treated the crowd to a quality upskirt view. 'That old bastard wouldn't be able to resist sticking his big black cock in my little girl, whether she wanted it or not.' But then he tried to think about something else, since the thought of his daughter being molested was giving him a socially-inappropriate erection.

Peter noticed that Madeline spent most of her time talking to fellow blonde cheer girl Alexis Carlson, the daughter of one of the top executives at Peter's company. "Maddy" and "Lexi" had been friends since they were in girl guides, but Miss Carlson had herself grown into a very attractive blue-eyed beauty, taller and slimmer than Peter's more curvy daughter. Even though she was less than half his age, Peter often fantasized about young Alexis, wishing there was some way he could seduce Madeline's best friend.

As the game wore on, the local girls had less to cheer for as their team of suburban boys were worn down by a physically superior all-black opponent from a downtown technical school. He could see that as the visitors cruised to victory and began to lose focus, a few of them would glance over from time to time at the collection of pretty rich girls in revealing outfits waiting for the game to end. 'I bet those juvie thugs would love to get ahold of our white girls,' Peter thought grimly. 'Carry them off like spoils of war after their victory. And why wouldn't they? Maddy, Lexi and the rest of them are cockteases down there... just getting what they deserve...'

But Peter's rambling inner monologue was interrupted as the cheerleaders turned and acknowledged the crowd after a broken down-field play near the end of the game. One of the opposing players jogged right past them on his way back to the huddle, slowed down as he passed Lexi as briefly leaned into her as if saying something. Peter watched with concern but was distracted when he caught a glimpse of Madeline smiling and waving up at the crowd. Peter waved back at her, but realized her eyes were elsewhere in the stands, even giving a wink and a little kissy face.

'Oh no, that young lady better not have a secret boyfriend!' Peter seethed, scanning the area she was looking, and saw... Rodney Dexler! He had swapped his suit for a windbreaker, but it was unmistakably him, sitting with a teenage black boy who Peter assumed was Rodney's son. They were looking down on the cheerleaders, but from his vantage point Peter couldn't tell if they were looking at Madeline, or what their facial expressions were.

When Peter looked back down, the players had returned to their huddles, and Alexis was whispering something into Madeline's ear. Madeline's wide-eyed, open-mouth expression of horror convinced him that she was reacting to some horrible sexual misadventure the black stranger had proposed to the innocent girls. 'Everywhere I look, these negroes tempt our daughters,' Peter despaired, 'and what can we possibly do to protect them?'

The game ended after what seemed like an eternity, and all Peter wanted to do was to extricate Madeline (and maybe Alexis) from this sordid scene with their honor intact. Peter made his way down to field level, where the dispirited local team was returning to the locker rooms with shoulders slumped and heads low, but he found his daughter upbeat and excited.

"Well, that was a disaster," Peter observed casually.

"Wow, those other guys were amazing," Madeline enthused, smiling and shaking her head in disbelief. "They were so big and strong! I wish we had real talent like that on our team." Peter's heart sank as his mind filled in what she didn't say: "I prefer big, strong black men."

"So, why don't we head home now?" Peter suggested a little too eagerly. "You can change and shower when we get home, but first how about some daddy-daughter ice cream?"

"Sorry, daddy," Madeline said with a little pout. "I'm just going to meet up with someone right now... do you know...?"