Pt 2

“So, what do you think?” Cam Coleman asked his agent once he had outlined the plan his second cup of coffee had helped him come up with. “Good publicity?”

“It’s not without its risks,” his agent, Maxwell Crawford replied in careful, measured tones. “Especially if pubic opinion really does stay firmly against the practice. But in that scenario we can always deflect the emphasis away from the actual cannibalism side of things and focus on the community-spirited nature of your actions.”

“Sure!” Cam chuckled. “But with Trixie’s campaign, I could hardly claim to be against the idea, could I?”

“Well, no.” Crawford conceded. “But I do think focussing on the idea of helping out the community and the small businesses impacted by these emergency laws is a better angle for you to take than outright stating your support of the girl-meat industry. And there’s something else I’d like you to consider.”

“Fair point.” Cam agreed. “What’s that?”

“Well,” his agent explained, “I know you’re one of the wealthiest working actors in Hollywood right now…”

“Top five, according to the last couple of magazines I read!” Cam chuckled. Not bragging, simply confirming the fact.

“So,” continued Crawford, “I know you could fund this thing out of your own pocket and not exactly lose any sleep over it, but it always plays well with the public when the great and the good come together to address and issue. That’s why charity concerts and the like are so popular.” Cam nodded and asked what his agent had in mind. “I was thinking make this a group effort. You know, get some others on board. I’ll make a few phone calls and see who else among the glitterati wants to lend their name to this, and maybe chip in a dollar or two?”

“Sure!” Cam smiled. “Make the calls. Whatever you think best. Let me know if I need to do an interview or something. Get the lawyers to send over anything I need to sign.” After thanking his agent again, he ended the call and closed the laptop then went down the hallway to his eldest daughter’s room. Not in the mood to end up in one of her videos in his current early-morning state, he knocked on the door and waited.

The door was answered by his younger and far more sensible daughter Rainbow. She was still in her nightwear, as was every sensible person at that hour of the morning, Cam could not help thinking, a long yellow t-shirt that came almost to her knees and had a printed unicorn design on the front. In her hand she was holding Trixie’s tablet – clearly the sisters had been making a video.

“Mind if I come in?” Cam asked. “Hope I’m not interrupting?”

“No, come on in!” He heard Trixie’s voice coming from around the corner, out if sight of the doorway.

“We’ve just finished filming.” Rainbow held up the tablet by way of explanation. “It’s uploading now, then we wait for comments and respond to the most interesting ones. Of course,” the mature twelve year old rolled her eyes, “most of them will just be losers saying what they want to do with Trixie’s tits but whatever!”

“I have some news I thought you’d like to hear.” Cam walked into the room and was not surprised to see his eldest daughter stark naked sat in the swivel-chair in front of her computer desk. She had always been something of an exhibitionist but since he had agreed to her becoming a meat-girl and signed the official forms categorising her as such, it was somewhat rare to catch her with clothes on - especially if there were cameras around!

“Ooh what’s that, Daddy?” the naked teen asked eagerly as Cam perched himself on the end of the bed. “You got them to overturn that stupid ban so I can get cooked like we planned?”

“Not exactly!” Cam chuckled, “Not yet, anyway. But I have put something in motion that I hope will get a lot of press attention that we can use to support your campaign too. I spoke to a couple of the caterers we use regularly and they said business like theirs are having all sorts of problems as they’re not allowed to sell girl-meat any more. It’s okay for the restaurants that get their meat from live girls as they can just switch to serving something else for a while, or shut down until things are sorted if they think they can afford to, but smaller businesses like cafes and butchers are stuck with a lot of meat they can’t sell!”

“What a waste!” Rainbow exclaimed, sitting down next to her dad and idly skimming through the comments on Trixie’s latest video that had started to pour in. It seemed her sister’s campaign idea had caught her followers’ imaginations and was likely going to be quite a big thing. But that could wait – she wanted to hear about her famous dad’s plan. While Trixie was determined to be a meat-girl, Rainbow saw her future at the other end of the knife – she wanted to be a girl-meat chef and Cam had promised her that she could help prepare her sister when the time came. This story, therefore, and its effects on the industry possibly meant even more to her than it did to Trixie and besides, she hated the idea of food going to waste when there were still hungry people in the world.

“Exactly.” Cam put his arm around her shoulder and she leant into him a little. “And this could put a lot of good, hard-working people out of business, having a massive impact on their families and that sort of thing. Now, I know this doesn’t solve the over-all problem and we can all work together on the campaign to get the ban lifted but for now, some friends and I have thought of a way to help out. Now, we know we can’t buy the meat but we’ve pledged to make a donation of one and a half times the value of any stock on hand to any girl-meat trader who donates their surplus to homeless shelters. There’s no law against eating the meat of girls that have already been butchered, not yet anyway, or against giving it away so we thought this would be the perfect solution!” In truth, the scheme had been entirely Cam’s own idea but he figured that if he was to share the credit in front of the press, he may as well get used to it now, even if he did not yet know who these generous friends might be!

“Oh wow, Daddy! That’s awesome!” Trixie launched herself across the room onto him, planting a big wet kiss on his cheek and her bare behind on his lap. “You’re the best Daddy ever!”

“I try!” Cam chuckled, not hating the feeling of having a naked teenager on his lap, even if she was his daughter. “Now why don’t you show me your new video and tell me about your campaign?”