I always found her very attractive, in a different way.
When I came across to some of her interviews, I wanted to write something, trying to stay in 'respectful' zone, as much as possible.
I hesitant on writing about someone real, so, if it's inappropriate, I guess it won't be published.
Anyway, this fiction takes place in 2004, when she's 60 years old.
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"So, what made you think it was a good idea to appear on television?"
Herbert smirked "I decided that it was unfair, depriving all the people from this gorgeousness" and waved his hand to the audience.
"But you didn't need to proofread your notes, the ones you memorized at home, before doing that, I presume?"
The crowd was cruel too. They laughed no matter what, they just wanted to see someone get screwed there.
"Oh, come on. Potato, potahto. Deprive of, if that will make you feel better."
"You lack the capacity to make me feel worse or better."
"I..."
"That reminds me, you didn't need to use a mirror when you were making this decision, right?"
"I..."
Normally, she had a rule not to be rude. But this definition of 'rudeness' was based on her perception.
"And, I guess if you had your notes proofread or had a mirror at home, we would have heard you say 'gruesomeness', right?"
The audience was ecstatic. They heard some carried away guy shout "He's dead already, stop kicking the corpse!"
Herbert smiled towards that voice and looked at her, still smiling.
"Anne, we both know you'd eat me up in a second" making her raise her eyebrow "if I gave you a chance, of course."
She didn't respond. She didn't like those idiots who came to her show just to backtalk, the ones who made rehearsals before coming.
The spontaneous, slick ones? It's hard to say but she appeared to find them worth answering. Those ones had longer back and forth conversations with her. And they had a chance to make her angry.
"Eat, you say."
Also, she didn't like to stay on such topics.
"Oh, you didn't understand what I meant. That's Ok, I guess it's been a long time since..." he paused, to let the audience enjoy this.
"... It's perfectly normal for you to forget such a concept" with a grin on his face, looking at the laughing crowd.
These were futile efforts.
She had been in many men's - and probably some women's - dreams since she started hosting the 'Weakest Link' series. She had taken place in endless fantasies, in various roles.
Some found her annoyingly hot and punishing her snob bottom was a very alluring mental image for them. They sensed that this fantasy was too unrealistic, even to fantasize about. They all knew deep down, that she had the capacity to make them feel like their bottoms were the one being punished, if she preferred it that way. No matter what happened in reality.
Some, couldn't help but fell for her intelligence, found themselves dreaming of romantic moments with her.
But the majority of her mesmerized fans met their true inner desires. Maybe the first time, when her cruel, unbreakable dominant nature was slowly occupying their soul. Most of them felt such a feeling for the first time. That desire to be in another person's palm, to be at that person's mercy.
In many interviews, she was asked about that and her expression told everyone she wasn't surprised one bit.
Nobody knew if she practiced such things in real life and nobody knew about her body count, if she did.
Being a woman who was constantly asked 'We know there are considerable number of people who dream of being your slave, being humiliated by you, being tortured by you' and similar questions, it wasn't possible to play against her self-confidence.
"Oh, I exactly know what eat means." She was about to pass to the next contestant.
But he wasn't stopping.
"Ok, Ok. I'll give you my number, it's our duty to attend the needs of our elderly." The audience had to be as shallow as he was, still laughing.
