Make Me
Authors: Suzanne Steele
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Make Me:
Copyright © 2013 Suzanne Steele
The Reality TV Series © 2013 Suzanne Steele
Reality TV Series © 2013 Suzanne Steele
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To the Reader
The men I write about are Alpha males in every sense of the word. They are the men society warns us about. They are dominant males with controlling tendencies. They are the men you know you should stay away from but yet
you are drawn like a moth to a flame. If you are looking for a sweet romance, you won't find it here. What you will find is dark passion. Many times my heroes carry what would be
considered an obsession for the woman they love. Each and every character I write about has demanded their voice be heard. I have been true to that calling and I have stayed true to their personalities, which at times the reader may not always agree with. They are dark, they are gritty, and many times their love is dysfunctional but, none the less, it is real.
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Table of Contents:
Linda
I remove my glasses and begin massaging my temples. I can already feel the dull threat of a migraine and the day has just begun.
“Take ten guys,” I shout over my shoulder as I make my way to my office. I need to take something for this headache before it turns into a full blown migraine.
I have done quite well for myself as a producer, but a part of me is hoping that I haven’t bit off more than I can chew doing this reality show.
There were two things that are big in pop culture right now: BDSM and reality TV. I decided to strike while the iron is hot and produce the two together. I know that it will be a hit if handled correctly.
I have been in business for myself as long as I can remember. Growing up with a drunk, abusive father saw to that. I promised myself as a little girl that I would never depend on a man to support me.
I watched as my mother was subjected to a tyrant who was quick to let her know she couldn’t make it on her own. He was hateful and brash enough to use money as a manipulation tool—not like our needs were met, it all went to feed his alcohol addiction.
“All I asked for was a professional man with some class,” I mumble.
I look up to view a gentleman leaning in my doorway and a wave of irritation runs through me at the thought of him hearing me talk to myself.
“What!?! I growled, more sharply than I intended.
A smooth, velvety voice counters, “I’m here for the casting call.”
“Well, you’re late… Do you always make a habit of showing up late for casting calls?”
“A fact I informed your assistant of yesterday. Do you always make a habit of not synchronizing your schedule with your staff?”
“Excuse me?” I rise from my seat and approach the man who would
not
be working for me.
The amusement that I swear I can see flashing over his face is not winning him any brownie points.
David
I chuckle as I eye the tall blonde standing before me. She is all business and that includes the pin stripe suit that she is wearing. A woman in a suit is a definite fetish of mine. I absolutely love strong, independent women.
I shake off the intrusive thought of how I would love to smear that pristine make-up that she is wearing right off of her pretty little face… with a good, ole-fashioned, sweaty fuck.
Yes, burying myself deep inside the little fireball and watching her eyes roll back in her head suddenly sounds very entertaining to me.
“You can wipe that arrogant smirk off of your face, I won’t be hiring you; you don’t fit the bill!”
She’s pissed and I think it’s hilarious.
No sooner have the words gotten out of her mouth than her director comes around the corner smiling. “Oh, I see that you have met David, our pick for the Dom in the series.”
I purposely cock my head to the side and raise my eyebrow just a little, as if to say “Gotcha!”
I’m an arrogant bastard.
As quickly as Kevin appeared, he disappeared with me in tow.
This is going to be a fun six weeks. Though I have had my misgivings about doing this show, I’m suddenly very satisfied with my decision to do so. I have my own reasons for subjecting myself to her joke of a TV reality show. Now I am tossing around in my head just how much fun it is going to be fucking with her head for the next six weeks.
It’s clearly evident I rub her the wrong way—the question is… how will she react when I rub her the right way? She’s a hot head and I’m going to use it for my benefit. My job is all about the mind fuck, and fucking with hers is going to be fun.
I follow the director out to the main room and I’m immediately bombarded with women. Amazing… they just met me and it’s insta-love. They all clamor to get closer and talk to me, actually pushing each other out of the way.
It’s amazing what people will do for a million dollars. It’s evident I’m going to have to set some boundaries and I’m a man who has no problem doing just that. These girls are in my personal space and already I don’t like it.
I’m secretly grateful for the fact that I’m intrigued with my new boss; it will help to keep me here for what I’ve come to accomplish. I would be tempted to walk out of here if it wasn’t for wanting to fuck her. I’ve been here all of ten minutes and already… I’ve had enough.
Linda
The longer I sit in my office chair and think about that pompous ass and how he strung me along, the madder I’m getting.
I pop two over the counter pain relievers in my mouth and make my way out to the studio. The best way to show this guy who is in charge is to get to work. Yes... Dom Juan is in desperate need of some boundaries being set, and I am just the girl to get the job done.
I’ve worked around too many men just like him—men who think because they have a swinging cock between their legs, they can get the job done better. Half of them think they can fuck the help as a job perk. This guy is on my turf now and right now, I’m resisting the urge to humiliate him on TV.
I purpose in my mind to stay professional about things and not embarrass him on nationwide television. If he pisses me off much more than he already has, I could just change my mind about that. Let’s just put it like this: he doesn’t want to fuck with me…This is my show, my turf, and my rules. I’m an all business bitch when it comes to TV. It’s my name on the line and I want things done right. The fact that he is an arrogant asshole isn’t sitting well with me at all. Yes…it’s time to set boundaries.
Well, the buzz over David is evident upon my entrance into the studio and though it isn’t hard to see why, it still bugs me for some reason.
David is what every internet pic I have ever seen of a suited Dom depicts. He stands at about 6’2” with a strong, lean build. His hair is dark but has some grey at the temples, which only adds to his good looks. His hazel eyes are expressive, but the man himself is hard to read. Whether I like it or not, this guy fits the bill to a tee for this type of TV show.
I will just have to remind myself there is a lot of money and credibility to be made at his expense. That will be my way of getting even.
Just as I am filling my head with thoughts of a cool million, David turns and eyes me. The bastard felt my eyes on him, I’m sure of it.
Great, just what he needs... another ego boost…
The fact that he caught me staring at him, and the ogling that the women are doing over him, is not sitting well with me.
“Okay, everybody listen up. The next six weeks are going to be very grueling. It might seem like fun now but as time wears on, the competition becomes fierce.
“Reality TV can become very emotional and very intense very quickly and even though it makes for great TV, I will not tolerate any physical fighting.
“You signed contracts when you came on-board and don’t think for one second that I won’t enforce them. If you cross me, your ass is out of here!”
I make sure that I look at David when I say it.
He calmly returns my gaze, as if he is not affected in the least by my brazen show of authority. “Follow me girls, it’s time to go and see the house that you will be living in for the next six weeks.”
If there is one thing I am grateful for in this business, it is the mansion provided for contestants. It means I go home at night and forget about the craziness that is reality TV. By the end of any given day, I’m ready to get away from the back biting and back stabbing that a possible million dollars brings out in people.
Money changes people—fame changes people—and when you put the opportunity to gain both in front of a small town girl… well, let’s just say the claws come out. The men are no better because they use it as a fuck fest—a chance to fuck every contestant available and then turn the girls against one another to stay out of the line of fire.
My job is just one big cluster-fuck of crazy pop culture and it has made me rich. More importantly, it has given me my independence. I will never be the woman my mother was.
