Back in her bedroom later that evening, the taste of the girl-burger still lingering on her tongue and the memory of what had happened in the shower floating around her subconscious like a happy dream, Jennifer opened her computer. Of course her parents had wanted to hear all about her outing when Sarah’s Nan, Liz, had dropped her home and she had happily told them all about the memory stick Liz had prepared to help her with her project, the mermaid costumes and how the little children had reacted to her and about the complimentary meal afterwards but she had kept the little episode in the locker room to herself. Not because she was afraid her parents would be upset, she honestly wasn’t sure how they would react, but because it felt private, special, something just for her and not to be shared.

Craig had been so gentle, almost loving, in the way he had washed her all over as they stood naked together in the communal shower, her two friends watching not so discretely from the far side and various other workers refreshing up either before or after their shifts. He was a kitchen worker, she remembered, responsible for preparing and helping to cook dozens of girls every week! It was no wonder his hands felt so experienced, knew how to make her feel good! If this was the experience the girls in the kitchen got, then it almost seemed worth getting cooked!

He hand not pushed her down, not forced her or been at all rough but, once her was done washing her, Craig hand taken her hand and guided it to his erect manhood, the part of his body she had been trying to to stare at but could not avoid noticing. Like everything else about him, it seemed perfect! Long and thick without being ridiculous, the perfect complement to his broad chest and toned stomach with its sculpted abs. She had stroked it a little, trying to act like she knew what she was doing, like Craig was just the latest in a long line of handsome young men she had pleasured rather than her first. Glancing over at her friends, she had seen Sarah pointing down, encouraging her to kneel, then performing an unmistakable mime with her fist next to her mouth and her tongue pushing out her cheek.

Her heard beating fast, Jennifer had knelt down on the warm tiles so that her head was level with Craig’s waist then she had taken him in her mouth, licking and caressing with her tongue before closing her lips around the shaft and slowly moving up and down, taking him as deep as she dared without gagging. Despite her inexperience, she must have been doing something right because she heard Craig groaning with pleasure as he stroked her wet hair with one hand and steadied himself against the wall with the other. She had noticed his breathing get faster too, and rather then simply standing still while she moved, he had begun to thrust a little so that she had to keep jerking her head back to avoid being choked. Then, all of a sudden, there had felt a powerful jet of thick, hot cream shooting into her mouth and down the back of her throat. Instinctively, she had gulped it down and continued licking and sucking until she had cleaned up every last drop. Craig had then helped her to her feet and kissed her again, deeply and with passion, loving the taste of his own ejaculate in her mouth.

“Guess I’d better get going!” He had smiled, stroking her hair and looking lovingly into her eyes. “Catch you later, Red!” He hand winked at her and blown a kiss then left the shower to get dressed and meet his friends. The other girls had rushed over to congratulate her, compliment her on her technique and ask how it had felt then they had all dried off, made themselves presentable again and gone out into the restaurant where the teen mermaids were now lovely the attention of the other diners to enjoy the free meals they had earned with their efforts.

But now she was home and it was time to make use of the day’s experiences. She had collected a lot of research and gained what she felt was quite a good, well-rounded understanding of Sidney Roebuck and what made her tick but now it was time to give her research some structure. The easiest way to start, she decided, would be to make a time-line of Sidney’s life and try to slot all that she had learned about her into it, as well as notable events going on in the world as a whole that may well have influenced and impacted her. Opening a fresh document, she decided to begin at the beginning.

“August 15h 2010,” she wrote, “Sidney Dorothy Roebuck is born, youngest child and only daughter of Orin Roebuck and Dorothy Mansfield-Roebuck. Her mother died hours later from complications during the birth.” Thinking this felt like a bit of a bummer, especially to start a presentation with, Jennifer deleted the sentence about Sidney’s mum dying and added a little more exposition so that the sentence now read, “youngest child and only daughter of hotel billionaire and industrialist Orin Roebuck and his wife, the famous Hollywood actress Dorothy Mansfield-Roebuck to whom Sidney always credited her good looks!” Much better! A Much more upbeat start.

Carefully, referring to her notes from the biographies and various interviews, she pieced together the timeline of significant events in Sidney’s life, mostly to do with her campaign and the landmarks within it, the small victories and legal battles which had paved the way for its ultimate success.

“August 15th 2022,” she wrote, “Sidney becomes the first person in recorded history to win the legal right to be slaughtered for her meat and eaten.” Jennifer felt proud of her use of the word “slaughtered” rather then “killed” as it carried connotations of livestock and butchery, something that happened to animals raised for food. “Her dream became reality the very same day, her twelfth birthday, and her meat was prepared by the various chefs she had personally interviewed and chosen.”

Although this was when Sidney had died, however, it was far from the end of her story. If anything, it formed something of a mid-point in the narrative as the ruling that had allowed her to achieve her dream was far more than just a personal victory. It set a legal precedent and opened a door for others who wished to follow in her footsteps, truly changing the world.

“August 15th 2024,” Jennifer added another landmark on her timeline, “the first Sidney’s restaurant is opened in Los Angeles, California. Close to the Roebuck International Hotel where Sidney was prepared and her meat served on what would have been her fourteenth birthday.”

“August 16th 2026, the first Sidney’s restaurant is opened in the UK.”

There, she thought, looking at the bullet-points and brief expositional notes covering sixteen years. That seemed to be the bones of what she wanted to cover. Wanting to flesh things out, she began to add in little details about Sidney’s older brothers, Alexei and Hunter, and what role they had played in Sidney’s campaign and its aftermath, with Alexei eventually taking over the entire Roebuck organisation from his father and Hunter becoming head of the Sidney’s brand in Britain and Europe. Another interesting character in Sidney’s story that she wanted to discuss was Martha, the woman who had been Sidney’s personal assistant throughout her campaign and probably the closest thing she had to a mother. This, she realised, would be a good way to explain about Sidney’s actual mother dying soon after she was born without making the story too sad.


To be continued...