Sho's Day Out

Sho's eyes almost popped out of his skull when he saw the cover of the popular magazine that targeted teen-aged females. There she was, sexily posed, sitting in her bra and panties on the cover or was it a bikini. One could really never tell with these magazines and the target reader was teen girls. He could clearly see that from the subject matters: makeup, dating, tips on appearance, how to's on a variety of things. What really caught his eye was her cover shot, her interview, and a list he didn't even know about. Of course he didn't know about it. Young men were never mentioned on that particular list. Why would a young man be anyone that a teen-aged girl aspire to be like? The fact that she made the top of any list, still galled him. And what right did she have showing up on it dressed like that or maybe not dressed at all?

He grabbed up the magazine from the stand and skulked over to the cashier to pay, then hid it under his jacket as a preteen would a coveted porn, taking care that no one noticed his little slip in his coolness facade. He had even pulled down his cap so the old man at the newsstand wouldn't recognize him as he paid. This is so undignified. He groaned inwardly, praying to every deity in existence that Shoko would never, ever find out. She wouldn't understand. Hell, he didn't even understand half the things that soul-sucking, shape-shifting demon of a woman made him do lately.

When he was finally in the solitude of his room, he locked the door and pulled out the magazine. He certainly couldn't have Shoko walking in on him reading (and keeping up to date on what she was embarrassing herself for, of course) it and getting the wrong impression. He sat on his bed and opened the magazine, leafing through it casually. Hmm, so this is what girls read about? He was kind of shocked. They weren't exactly as innocent as he thought. He was actually quite impressed with the article on "How To Get His Attention.". He had to agree with most of the advice. It would certainly work on him, he had to admit. (begrudgingly, naturally.)

After "examining" almost every article and ad that led up to the "Main Event", he had realized that there were at least three ads with her in it that weren't exactly unpleasant, amongst the endless attention grabbing plugs for makeup, clothes, hair care products, skin care potions, and weight control elixirs. He couldn't help but wonder, why on Earth did women go through this much trouble just to look good... Kyoko never did and she looked spectacular. The thought just flew through his mind without him catching it and stuffing it back into that little bag of evil that had been plaguing him lately when he saw her image.

Finally, "The Main Event". He smirked at the thought of how stupid she would probably sound with her little girl attitude and her trips to Fairy Land, but no... She came off knowledgeable, mature and dare he say... very sensual, giving advice about hair, makeup, clothes, her career and MEN?!... Okay, okay he could handle this without going off the deep end, as Shoko always so eloquently put it, so he flipped through her photo spread and found the Centerfold. All blood rushed south and he began to pale and sputter. That was not a photo for a teen magazine! His mind protested but his body was heartily accepting with gusto. Actually, it was quite a common type of photo for an audience of teen females. It told her audience that she was bold and confident in her views when it came to her appearance and her body.

His brain was now directly tapped into his animalistic male side and the signals were circumventing all common sense that came with it, as his eyes took in the soft, distinctive curves, the barely hidden nude breasts, the firm plump backside and shapely legs that were covered by her only garments, a pair of red silk cheeky panties and a red ribbon tied to her left ankle as she lay propped on a messy bed, covered in strategically placed stuffed animals, holding up a copy of said magazine to shield the eyes from getting what he was now considering a ruined perfect view, as she smiled prettily for the camera.

It had been a good 45 minutes before his brain began to re-boot and his maleness ebbed away; however, the effect it left behind had him frantically scrambling his person in search of his only method of communication at the moment, his cell phone. Nearly dropping it on the floor as he pawed for the slippery thing, he finally held it firmly and dialed the first number he had on his speed dial, her's. His irritation began to rise steadily from the boil it was already suffering from as the words "We're sorry, but the caller you have reached is currently not available. Please leave a message at the tone.". No, this was not going to work! He needed closure on this matter and this was not going to do it. So speed dial 2 was pressed.

RING... RING... RING...

"What is it this time Sho?" Aki Shoko asked tiredly. She had really been hoping for this day off. At the moment, she was at the spa getting a long needed massage to work out the kinks and knots, the stress of managing him had put into her back.

"Where's Kyoko?" He asked sharply.

Aki rolled her eyes. She really didn't want to throw the girl to the wolf, but lately she seemed to be able to handle him quite well and Aki really didn't have it in her to argue with him about it. She was here to relax and he was putting more kinks in her back. She sighed. "She's filming Sacred Lotus today at the studio. She'll be there until 10pm." She hung up and turned off her phone completely. If he got booted out on his butt today, he was on his own. She turned slightly to the masseuse. "Up around the shoulders, please." She hummed in satisfaction as the oils, candles, music and professional hands calmed her once again.

Oh he told her, alright. Yes, he did. He vented all of his frustrations and thoughts about that magazine article that she shamelessly participated in. He felt completely satisfied in the knowledge that her co-workers, cast-mates and essentially everyone on set witnessed his little spectacle. He needed her to be ashamed of what she had done! Proper women did not do that and that was not how his mother raised her to be, damn-it! He did not let her off lightly. Fully contented with the dressing down he gave her, he finally braced himself for her exaggerated reactions only to be shocked at a giggle and sly smile that vaguely reminded him of some pretty bully on in the evening, named Box something or other. What the hell was going on? Why was her reaction like that?

She giggled again. "Why Sho... I didn't know you read Princess Magazine." She turned to her manager, the guy with the glasses, smiled and they both left him in the center of the room, with shocked eyes all on him, frozen. At the end of it all, he decided that perhaps he should do as Shoko says and just find other ways to unwind on his days off.

Aki Shoko rolled her eyes and giggled at the little blip about her charge in the latest gossip rag: Sho's A Princess?