A/N: I do Not own Skip Beat! or the inspired song.
This song was inspired by Womanizer by Britney Spears. This sort of combines two requests. The first one by elfenknight who wanted this below. LOL I don't want to give it away. The other is helenawat, who asked for Womanizer after this story had been swimming in my head. So yay! I just now finally got to writing it. This one jumps a bit to get the the point of things, but I hope everyone still enjoys it. Cheers!
"AAAARRRRRRGGGGGG," Kyoko shrieked out after slamming the door closed behind her. The tiny woman in the room Kyoko just entered jumped out of her skin at the angry cry and turned big bright eyes to the younger girl.
"I DESPISE THAT MAN!" The fiery teen exclaimed as she shook with rage. "Right in the middle of me talking, he completely ignores me to chase after some woman who walked by." Kyoko stomped over to Jelly who was listening in bewilderment. She plopped down on the make-up chair and crossed her arms angrily under her breast.
Before Jelly could ask her what or who she was talking about, Kyoko continued, "He was the one who came up to me! He was the one who forced me to stay and talk to him, and he was the one to suddenly leave so rudely! That arrogant as..."
"Eh, Kyoko-chan," Jelly interrupted before Kyoko could spill her colorful words. "Who are you talking about?"
The area went dark and the air thick. Jelly looked around in a fright wondering what ghost suddenly appeared with them. She peered to the girl in her chair and realized it was her.
"Fuwa Sho," she growled through clenched teeth. "Shoko-san sent over a new offer for his latest PV, and he wanted to try and manipulate me into do it. As if I would be so childish as to be dared into doing another one of those egotistical videos of his."
"The Visual K singer, Fuwa Sho?" Jelly asked as she started pulling out the base for Kyoko's make-up.
"Yes, that idiot. It really doesn't matter anyway, I told him I wasn't going to do it. I would have to apologize to Father for denying a role I could do, but I'm sure he would make an exception," Kyoko declared and settled herself into the chair eager for the magic spell of Jelly Woods to be cast over her. She was simply getting dressed as Setsuka and knew what the outcome would be, but it was still wonderful nevertheless.
Jelly thought about the singer as she applied the base. She never worked with him directly, but heard he was rather professional. Kyoko took after her senpai, Ren, where as long as the person was professional, they were respected by them. She was sure that Kyoko was actually more tolerant of her co-workers than Ren was.
"Why don't you like him?" She finally asked making Kyoko let out a very long deep sigh. Kyoko told Jelly her biggest secret as Jelly worked on making Setsuka. It seemed like she told this story a lot since her words were crisp and exact. The tale started from growing up with him because of her mother, that brought tears to Jelly's eyes, all the way to the day he stated his true motive of bringing Kyoko to Tokyo. She omitted her reason for joining LME. Kyoko did not want Jelly hating her the same way Ren did. Thankfully, Jelly was so angry she wouldn't have heard the revenge detail.
"The nerve of that boy!" Jelly yelled and slammed the lip palette that she just finished using. Kyoko cringed at the poor mistreatment of the beautiful make-up kit. "After all that, and he still...UGH!"
Kyoko nodded sadly, completely understanding Jelly's outrage. She has dealt with that idiot's whims for a long time, even now. She frowned slightly as she thought about it. It was rather amazing how often she ran into him after everything. They weren't even in the same agency or business.
"We should teach him a lesson," Jelly announced suddenly making Kyoko look up at her puzzled. Well, that's why I... She shook her head. No, no, no. I'm an actress, because I love it Not because of him.
"How?" Kyoko inquired.
Julie picked up Setsu's wig gathering it up to place it on Kyoko's head. "By showing him exactly what he missed out on and then proving it's no longer his," Jelly said with a wicked grin. Kyoko frowned confused into the mirror as Jelly positioned the wig on. Once it was on, Jelly reached around Kyoko and gently displayed her own face to the mirror. It took a moment, but Kyoko finally understood what she was implying and suddenly felt sick, but the plan was already being formed.
A week later...
They walked into the studio right on the dot, thankfully. Their saving grace was the fact that security gave them a large opening for them to walk through the screaming, grabby fans.
"I should mingle with my fans more," Sho told Shoko as they walked nonchalantly down the hall. Well Sho walked casually, while Shoko wanted to put on him a leash and yank him to the dressing room NOW. "Especially the one in that tube top," he grinned. "Did you see her? She was about to pop out with all that bouncing."
Shoko rolled her eyes. "Thankfully no, and they would have your hide if you got close to them," she stated and added, "not in a good way, Sho." He didn't seem to care as he continued to think about the fan outside. Shoko didn't care much either. They were here, on time and ready to go. She dropped Sho off at the dressing room and left to make sure everything was in order with the interview.
There was no one in the room, so Sho simply sat down and pulled out his phone. He was typing out a tweet to his adoring fans about the show tonight, shamelessly self promoting himself when someone walked it. He saw a make-up kit at the corner of his eye and didn't bother looking up at the person, preferring to read what his fans wrote to him.
The woman started setting up in front of him. She moved to and fro blocking the mirror and pulling out things she would need from her kit. It wasn't until she bumped into his knee that he looked up at her and then froze, shortly after his eyes saw her.
What an ass, Sho thought appreciative. He snapped his phone shut and gave the woman in front of him his full attention. It was perfectly round, with the denim fabric of her Daisy Duke short shorts curving around her cheeks. Two long firm legs stretched on forever, pure creamy thighs down to shapely calves with tall wedged sandals.
His vision blurred for a moment as she turned towards him. His eyes found her flat soft stomach being framed by gray lace. Her little belly button was pierced with a tiny blue topaz butterfly dangling from a dainty silvery chain. Moving up, the buttons on her lace shirt didn't start connecting until it hit her diaphragm, and then stopped again just after her breast allowing a modest amount of cleavage showing. That wasn't even the best part. The best part was it was completely see through. Pale glimpses of her skin peaked through the entirety of her shirt, even if it was long-sleeved.
She stepped up towards him, her right thigh taking residence between his thighs and then slightly bent down slightly as she pinned back his hair giving him a wonderful view down her shirt. His eyes were glued to the sight of her breast in that flesh colored bra, so much that he could have sworn they were getting closer to him.
Sho swallowed and licked his lips as she was, in fact, getting closer to him. He took a deep breath and inhaled a delicious sweet scent that was her perfume, something he couldn't identify. He found her tying a paper cover around his neck to prevent the powder makeup from spilling over his clothes. Her brown wavy hair was tied up in a loose pigtails that tickled his chin. He stayed looking at her to see her face as she pulled away.
She was beautiful with dark brown eyes and thick black lashes. She had sultry eyes that screamed of sin and soft full lips tinted a dark reddish pink. She wasn't smiling or frowning, just simply working, paying attention to what she was doing and not the superstar that was on her seat. The fact that this girl didn't fawn all over him made her all the more interesting.
"Hello," Sho said in a deep voice accompanied by his dazzling smirk.
She flickered her eyes into his blue ones and gave him a small smile. "Hi," she replied with a slightly deep voice.
"I'm Fuwa Sho," he introduced himself making her smile widened. Great smile, he thought to himself.
"I would hope so, otherwise I'm doing the wrong person," she said sarcastically.
"Oh, I didn't know we were already doing it," Sho retorted arrogantly and was stunned by her response.
"Ha ha, I set myself up for that one," she laughed at herself, taking his comment as a joke. Sho gave her a real smile as she ran her make-up brush over his left temple. He has gotten several different reactions from a comment like that. They would blush and quickly change the subject, get angry or offended, and a few times he's gotten offers, which were the most fun but most forgettable. This one gave him something new though, which intrigued him further.
"What's your name?" He asked, since she didn't offer it when he introduced himself.
"Mika," she gave him a first name only making him smile.
"That fits," he said softly and then leaned in towards her making her stop her movements. He inhaled deeply at her neck and breathed out, "You smell wonderful." When he pulled back to look at her face, she was smiling seductively at him.
"You smell pretty good yourself, Fuwa-san," she admitted with her voice a touch deeper.
"Sho," he whispered to her and started to lean in for a kiss. She lightly brushed her large make-up brush on his nose and pulled back with a teasing smile. Sho watched her turn back to the case, his eyes moving back to watch her behind move as she did. Mika dropped something, and he was about to reach out and grab it for her but couldn't. It simply wasn't possible for him to move. She bent over, her ass high in the air and right at him as she leaned down to pick up whatever it was that dropped. He almost groaned as he saw those tiny shorts hike up her cheeks and wondered if she was even wearing panties. She turned back towards him with a hair brush in hand, ready to fix his hair.
"What are you doing after the show?" He asked her wanting to get to know her in and out of those shorts.
She smiled at him and playfully teased him, "Hmm, I don't know. Why do you ask?" She licked her lips as she carefully pulled all the pins out of his hair letting it fall back over his eyes.
"Would you like to accompany me to dinner tonight?" he asked as Mika walked behind him. He lost sight of her face and turned to the mirror to try and find it again. She was smiling that same flirty smile as she thought about his offer.
"That does sound tempting," she said as she brushed his thick blonde hair. She met his eyes through the mirror and pouted sexily, "Unfortunately, I have another job after this." She brushed his hair in his signature style and untied the paper covering.
"You're all done," she told him and started to walk back to her case. As soon as she stepped up beside him, Sho wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. She yelped and flushed slightly at the intimate gesture. He smiled widely at her as he supported her in his arms.
"Cancel it, get someone else to cover for you and come to dinner with me," Sho ordered her making her laugh.
"How about you give me your number, and I'll call you when I'm free," Mika offered as she curled her fingers around his right ear, her nails scratching him making him shiver.
"Give me yours, and I'll pick you up after your last job," he countered. She looked away and slowly licked her lower lip and bit it gently between her teeth as she pretended to think about it. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders loosely, obviously comfortable in his arms and lap. Sho desperately wanted run his hands down her legs and up her shirt but held still as to not scare her off. If all the messages he got were correct, he would have her tonight.
"I suppose that would work," she finally said and tilted her head slightly to the left. "But if you don't call," she sunk her fingers into his hair at the base of his skull making his eyes flutter close, "I'll go home with only myself to play with."
"Oh, I would never let that happen, sweetheart," Sho said and leaned in to kiss her.
"SHO!" A nagging scream came from the door freezing the two in mid motion. He cursed under his breath, let go of Mika, and turning to his manager. Mika quickly slipped off his lap to stand slightly away from him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Sho said begrudgingly. He smiled at Mika who was smirking back at him. He trapped her with the vanity behind her and his arms at each side of her.
"Now, Sho," Shoko said again angrily which Sho ignored.
"See you tonight," he whispered deeply to her and tilted his head to kiss her when his lips met with a piece of paper instead of her lips. He smiled behind the paper with her number and took it then turned to leave with his manager, slipping the number into his pocket.
Turns out, he couldn't see or speak to Mika that night. He had the interview and then had the studio booked for the rest of the night since he didn't want to wake up early for it. Music filled him that night.
Three days later...
Sho sat in his studio chair grumpily staring at the set being set up for his music video. Shoko was trying to ignore him, telling herself that she didn't need to coddle him and his mood swings especially if they involved a certain young girl. Rather in this case, the lack of that certain young girl. Finally after all his pouting and brooding, Shoko snapped.
"Why does it matter? Everyone is wearing a mask, you wouldn't be able to tell who she was anyway," Shoko exclaimed.
Sho shot her a haughty look as he replied, "It's Kyoko. There is no way that she wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb among all these beautiful people. I would recognize her in an instant. Not to mention the fact that she would be the girl I have to dance with and chase. It's sort of a dead give away."
Shoko groaned and threw her hands up in the air giving up on her hopeless client. Even after seeing all of her charms in various shows and interviews, he still believes her to be plain and boring. Yet, there he was always running after her even though won't admit his true intentions.
Kyoko did in fact say no to the offer, but LME offered a replacement. Since Sho held out for Kyoko to say yes till the very last day, they took one look at the other girl and said yes, much to Sho's dismay. He has yet to see her, nor did he really care since it wasn't Kyoko. How could he tease her or rile her up if she wasn't there. Did she have any idea how difficult it was to find the opportunity for such shenanigans?
Sho came in while all the extras and his co-star were getting dancing lessons for the PV. They weren't going to learn anything fancy, just basic ballroom twirling, but that still took some time. They were probably there for about three hours learning to dance the steps for a three minute video. Meanwhile, they would take sets of people and get them dressed up in elaborate masquerade costumes. His costar and himself were the last to get dressed and appear on stage. Sho was up front and center as they started explaining things, and his co-start stepped up next to him when Asami started talking.
"Everyone will be dancing just as we stated. This is a party, so smile, have fun and dance. Sho will enter and walk the room, greet the specified few of you and then find Minami-chan," Asami explained and gestured to Minami, Kyoko's replacement.
Sho glanced slightly towards her and then looked again casually. She was a red head, a darker color than what Kyoko had, with pale skin compared to the dark blue dress she was wearing. The part that had Sho do a double take was the shelf of breast that was being presented to him from the corset dress she was wearing. Smooth ivory skin expanded from shoulder to shoulder completely unblemished by mark or cloth. The corset was so tight, they pushed her ample bosom up for his viewing pleasure. He ignored the rest of what Asami said and didn't make a move until he saw the others shift around. He turned and glanced at the other women finding that she was the only one wearing such a revealing garment.
He took another look at her completely and found that this was a much better choice for a playmate than Kyoko was. She was overall petite with a tiny waist and a pixie like face. Her red hair was all pinned up with some loose curls only about a inch or so long. Her make-up was flawless with candy apple red lipstick on her pouty lips. He was called out before he got the chance to look at her eyes, and the video shooting began.
The music was playing in his head as he walked through the doors with two other men. He smiled and laughed with his two friends as they started walking around, checking out the women and greeting their host. With drinks in hand, a sudden vision caught his eye just as was expected, except this time it was if she commanded his attentions rather than him simply noticing a pretty girl. She stood tall, the picture of elegance as she spoke to another woman, her hands lightly playing with a little fan. Her face was now covered with a blue and white gemmed mask that that was slim at the bridge of her nose then flared out like butterfly wings. Her eyes flickered over to him making him catch his breath. The design of the mask brought out her grey eyes, making them seem like a darkening stormy night. They screamed dangerous and enter at your own risk.
Sho was always eager for a challenge. He turned to his group of friends and excused himself from the discussion, but when he turned back towards the girl, she was gone. He looked around, and he could hear the increase tempo in his song suddenly burst into his head. He started to walk towards the place she was previous standing, hoping that she didn't go very far. He used his height to try and find her in the crowd. How many red heads could be found in this place anyway?
Only one.
Minami was standing towards his right staring off into the crowd. She had a wine glass in her hand which she sipped delicately. The sight of that red liquid slipping in between her red lips made his mouth dry and in desperate need of her juicy lips. She set her glass down and stole a glance at him. She smiled knowingly to him and then proceed to walk into the dancing crowd.
He followed her, trying to intercept her at an angle but while she flowed through the crowd like water through his fingers, the waves of the crowd fought him at every step. People crashed into him, knocking him to and fro, spinning in front of him halting his step till they passed by and even tried to induce a conversation or a dance with the handsome young man.
His eyes never left her, they couldn't. It was like she was the most enchanting creature, something mystical that he had to find and capture. She was looking his way, watching him struggle through the crowd with a playful smile on her lips. Her eyes danced like stars in the midnight blue sky. That's what it was, she was like the north star, urging him to move towards her, and there he would find everything he ever looked for.
Sho finally was able to reach her almost at the end of the dance floor. He caught her wrist and pulled her back gently. She turned a bright smile at him and twirled into him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and they started to dance as if it were breathing. It was natural. Her body matched his rhythm perfectly as he led her across the floor. He watched her move, and the moment her eyes glanced up and looked into his, the world slipped away only leaving the two of them in it.
Soon their breaths became one, and he couldn't tell if it was her heart racing or his. His body was alive with her in his arms. He didn't have to think about the dance or the PV, only her. His body moving with hers, fast but flowing smoothly, whirling around as if he was another person all together. He was only conscious of her, her smell, her small soft hands, her smile and glittering grey eyes.
"Let's leave after this is over," Sho whispered to her, making her smile turn into a little smirk. Instead of an answer, Minami pushed herself away from him but kept his hand and pulled him off of the floor. She had a mischievous smile on her lips as she lead him away from the crowd. His smile widened as they found themselves in a secluded area, and she let go of his hand. She slowly walked backwards down the small hall with a coy sinful look in her eyes.
He knew a hunt when he saw one. She wanted to play, adding spice to the heat between them. He pinned her against one of the doors leading into a room, hopefully a bedroom, and she licked her red lips, smiling up at him fervidly. Sho leaned down slowly, wanting to taste her red lips, and she complied, leaning forward. Just as he was about to finally kiss her, the door behind her opened, and she ducked back. A big grin splayed on her lips in delight with their game. She closed the door on him, and he could hear her laugh behind it.
He wrapped his hand on the knob and pushed the door open with zeal, eager to pounce on the playful sprite only to find her missing. He looked around the room trying to find out where she could be hiding only to find her mask lying quietly on the bed.
The filming crew was speechless as the filming was completed in record time. Everyone felt like the scene was actually happening, something in real life. With Sho's enactment of his character and Minami's playful sport it was perfectly done. They were so enthralled that they didn't call cut once. It took Asami several times watching the film to find nothing wrong with it and everyone was free to go home early.
Sho undressed as quickly as he could hoping to find the curious actress before she left. She hadn't spoken one word to him, and he was almost desperate to talk to her and hopefully finish what they started. He was walking towards her dressing room when Shoko stopped him.
"Where are you going?" Shoko asked curiously. They had free time, so it didn't matter if he wanted to goof around. Still, she had to know where he might be for later.
"I wanted to speak to Minami," he answered honestly and continued walking to her dressing room. He knocked on the door and waited. A minute passed by with no answer. He knocked again, louder this time and once again a few minutes passed with no response. His hand gripped the knob when someone spoke up.
"If you are looking for Minami-san, she already left," a stage hand stated as he walked past with some equipment. Sho's hand fell from the knob and had an odd sense of déjà vu as his opportunity with the girl slipped away.
Next day...
"Why do I have to go to these things?" Sho whined. Sunglasses hid his eyes along with ripped up faded jeans and a tattered green vest covering his frame. His hands were deep into his pockets as he followed his manger to a boring meeting instead of just letting him sleep in.
"Because this is about you. Don't you care about what decisions are being made about your career?" Shoko stated for the umpteenth time.
"That's what I have you for, Shoko. You know what I want," Sho said childishly.
"Yeah, to sleep the days away and party all night. You have to grow up and deal with business if you want to succeed," she informed him but knew it was going in one ear and out the other.
The meeting was about the release of his new album in two months. The recent PV was premiering today to help promote it, and they just wanted to go over some of the details of the up and coming concert and release with the head of Akatoki's music section. Shoko had to kick his chair twice and then finally his leg to get him to stay awake. It wasn't until his eyes found something more alluring than the meeting.
Black thigh high hose with a teasing black garter belt.
The assistant sashayed into the room with a little cart filled with tea and small sweets for the guest. Shoko didn't notice her until she saw her charge take an obvious interest. She had pure black hair that was pinned back into a very neat bun. She wore small frameless glasses and that was as far as her professional look went.
She had on an extremely tight white button up blouse with short sleeves. She didn't have it buttoned up all the way, choosing to give everyone a generous look at her modest breast. She wasn't huge but knew how to work what she had. Her blouse was tucked into a black form fitting skirt that hugged her hips and the perky curve of her butt. A thick belt with a large silver buckle clenched her tiny waist emphasizing the curve of her body. Her skirt did fall to her mid thigh, but it was that slit that ruined everything. It cut up to the joint of her hip and thigh. With the skirt so tight, she purposely showed off that lingerie.
Sho wasn't the only person looking at the assistant. Shoko had to admit she was alluring, even she was looking. The woman nervously handed out tea to all those attending, trying to be invisible just as any assistant should be, however, not dressed like that. The few older married men took one look at her and turned away blushing trying to focus on the meeting. The other unmarried ones continue to speak or listen while ogling her as she skittishly served them their treats. It seemed like she was more nervous about serving the tea rather than what she was wearing though.
Sho watched her walk around, her skirt revealing her pale thigh with the sharp contrast of her black hoses and skirt. Her blouse dipping down revealing the soft curve of her breast to him whenever she poured tea into one of the little cups. He wasn't sure that it was intentional or a gift from the gods that she kept her breast in constant vision of him, but he was not one to question it.
She was a walking contradiction with that sweet innocent face and those sexy clothes and body. When she came by to serve him tea, she granted him full vision of her thigh and chest. He smiled his dazzling smile up at her making her blush and spill a little bit of tea on the table. She franticly cleaned up her little mess up and quickly rushed away. Once everyone was served, she asked if there was anything else and was quickly dismissed. Sho stood up to follow.
"Sho," Shoko made his name a threat and a question all at the same time. Everyone paused to look up at him, wondering where he was going.
"Bathroom," he simply stated and quickly left to the dissatisfaction of one manager unable to do or say anything to stop him.
Sho softly closed the door behind him, leaving behind that dull meeting in search of better things. He saw the soft swaying of one sexy little secretary pushing the empty cart down the hall and no one else. He watched her walk in that tight skirt, his eyes gazing down her long legs to heels so high it was wonder how she walked in them. He easily caught up to her, giving her a little shock.
"Didn't mean to scare you," Sho said sweetly to the nervous woman.
"Oh, um, what can I do for you, Fuwa-san," she said timidly, her eyes darting up at him and then back down.
Many things, all involving you in nothing but those heels and hose, he said internally. "I just needed a little break from the meeting. Wanted to talk to you," he said charmingly making her face flush lightly.
"Me? I'm just a temp. Why would you want to talk to me?" She asked anxiously, her eyes flickering to the empty hall and back at him.
"Why not?" he said casually. "You're beautiful, and I'm free."
Again she blushed but quickly turned back to her task. "I need to get this back to the break room," she quickly stated, trying to run.
"I'll go with you. I wouldn't mind a soda," he confessed making her pop up.
"I can get you that. I can bring it back to the meeting room if you like," she offered, eager to please. He smiled at that thought. Sexy and eager, perfect combination.
"How about you join me in one? Are you due for a break soon?" Sho asked curiously.
"Um," she put her hand over her lips as she thought about the consequences of her taking an early break. She bashfully looked up at Sho who smiled back at her and blushed then nodded.
The moment that he had her alone in the little break room, he had her pinned to the corner of the little room. His arms trapped her, yet she didn't seem like she was particularly eager to leave just nervous of getting caught. Sho smiled nefariously at her as he leaned in for a kiss. She licked her lips making his blood boil in anticipation. When he was a breath away, she turned her head away making him kiss her cheek.
"Fuwa-san, we really shouldn't be doing this," she whispered with a high frightened voice. His lips ran down her cheek to her jaw and back to her ear. She whimpered softly as he licked her ear.
"It's your fault for wearing such sexy clothes," he murmured to her, making her giggle softly.
Oh, she knew this whole time how she looked. Vixen. "What's your name?" He asked as he breathed hot air against her neck creating goose bumps along her skin.
"Cho," she breathed as she squirmed in the little corner.
"Butterfly, huh?" Sho grinned and lightly pressed a small kiss against the hammering pulse at her neck. "Let's take you out of your cocoon and spread your wings then," he said as his fingers found the little pins holding up her hair. Her black hair fell in thick waves falling down over her breast and down her back. Sho started to sink his fingers into her hair to massage her scalp when she pressed her body against his and nipped his chin.
She looked up at him with light hazel eyes showing him sinful daring eyes. Oh, the kitten had teeth. Sho took her in, the feel of her pressing against him, her soft curves and her sexy little expression and couldn't hold back. He pushed her up against the wall, his hand reaching down to her revealed thigh and pulling it up around his hip. His lips and tongue attacked her neck making her whimper and moan against him. His mouth moved down her chest and dipped down to her V-cut nipping and licking around the tops of her breasts. His hand slid up her thigh under her skirt to cup her ass.
She gasped as his fingers slipped under her panties, pushing the skirt up towards her hips. He groaned as her nails dug into his bicep. His other hand came down, cupped her other cheek and lifted her up so her breast were comfortably at his face. He smiled and looked up at her. Cho looked down at him flushed red as he gently took the first button of her blouse between his teeth. He bit down taking off the little white button and then spit it out onto the floor.
Cho's face flushed more as the shirt came undone, the front clasp of the white bra now visible. Sho grinned and licked between her breast making her squeak out. He kneaded her ass while his tried to figure out how to unclasp her bra without setting her down. Cho's hands reached out and gripped his hair and then pulled making him hiss.
"You like it rough, huh," Sho mumbled against her breast and bit down on her left breast making her yell out in pain.
That little yelp was too loud, footsteps and a concerned voice came flowing into the room. "Is everything alright in here?" The concerned employee found Cho on the floor, and Sho squatting down with her.
"Ah, yes," Cho quickly answered. "I slipped and twisted my ankle."
"There was a little spill. I cleaned it up," Sho added and then turned towards Cho, offering her a hand. They stood up, Cho pretending to lean against Sho for support and smiled meekly at the other person.
"I'll go call the front desk, so they can get some medical assistance for you," the gentlemen stated.
"I'm fine. No, wa..." Cho tried to stop him, but he was gone. She had to fake the injury so she wouldn't get fired for harassing their cliental. A wheel chair was brought up for her, and she was sent home in a taxi, while Sho was left wanting and heading back to the best cold shower possible: a meeting and a lecture from his manager afterwards.
Two weeks later...
"Thank you and Goodnight!" Sho screamed into the crowd. His head swimming with the energy of the people, his fans and their screams. His whole body was on a life high with their cheers and desires for his music, for him. All of theses people were only here for him, and he loved it.
Shoko handed him another bottle of icy cold water and a small towel to wipe off the sweat from his face. He quickly opened the bottle and drank deeply then pulled up and allowed the water to slosh all over his face and down his chest. He let out a little yell from the cold but loved the feel of it. He wiped off his face and lightly tousled his hair trying to dry it up a little. The encore was done, and everyone was now heading out. Everyone but himself and the selected guests for the after party.
The agency was always very careful with his party, with him being under-aged, but granted him special royalties because of his success. Shoko didn't mind since there was no way he would be able to sleep after performing a concert and would prefer if he pick up a groupie than hit on her all night. The place was crawling as he always preferred. While they were all there for him, the more people at the party the less he was bothered when the night got late.
And he definitely didn't want to be disturbed right now.
"You're so bad, Sho-kun," she giggled at his teasing. Her name was Sora, and she was his greatest fan. He would probably be able to debate that, but at this moment, she was the most interesting in the party. Many of the women come to these events to hook-up with one of the stars, and rarely did Sho partake. He preferred the flattery and virtual worship that he received from them, but sometimes there was a certain girl that he couldn't help but take into bed. Sora was one of them.
It was like she knew him, knew what buttons to push to make him smile or laugh and to avoid the type of things that normal people would do that annoyed him. She was extremely cute with two toned hair, blonde and blood red curls falling just above her breasts. She wore a tiny leather jacket that hit her elbows and cut off at her ribs. A skin tight light grey cotton shirt clung to her chest and was messily cut to reveal her flat toned stomach. She had on faded black skinny jeans that sat so low on her hips, he saw a little crack from her ass as she sat down beside him. The fun part of her jeans was how ripped up they were, revealing her left knee, most of her right thigh and even one that showed the bottom of her left butt cheek. Oh that was an eye catcher.
His fingers were currently sinking into the little rips at her right thigh, caressing her skin as he whispered naughty things into her ear. Sora blushed at his words but made no effort to stop him. She seemed to encourage his touching, nudging his hand or squirming closer when he slipped in a little kiss behind her ear.
"Why do I think that you wouldn't like me as much if I was a good guy?" Sho whispered to her with an arrogant grin on his face. His fingers were tingling with the feel of her skin, and his hand wanted more. He sunk his fingers into the elastic jeans trying to feel more of her skin as she laughed.
"Hmm, I wonder where you got that idea from," she replied teasingly and lifted her thigh up making his fingers sink in further. Sho growled and nipped her ear making her gasp.
"My question is, how bad do you want me to be?" he asked and shoved the rest of his hand through the little rip making it into a much larger and misshapen one. Sho squeezed her thigh and fought the fabric to try and crawl up her thigh.
"Why do you find out," she answered as she pushed his hand away from her thigh. She kept eye contact. Sho felt her hands turn over his and then press something thin and hard into his palm. She leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth as he looked down. It was a hotel key card.
"Shall we?" she stood up with a knowing smile.
They stumbled through the doors with their lips locked. His hands ran up and down her back, trying to push up the shirt she wore but the jacket was in the way. His tongue thrust into her mouth, tasting her sweetness as hers wrapped and licked his, driving him mad with desire. He ran his hands over her breast squeezing them and making her moan into his mouth. Sho felt her turn them around as his hand reached over her shoulder to slip off the jacket. Her hands were crawling over his hard stomach and to his pecks. They walked towards what he figure would be the bed as they fed from each other. They stopped and her hands pushed him, throwing him onto the foot of bed just as he was about to pull off her jacket.
Sho leaned forward to pull her into the bed, but she backed away with a sexy grin. She started rolling her shoulders and licking her lips. He started to smile once he figured out what she was going to do.
"Want to do me a favor?" Sora asked in a deep voice.
"What?"
"Sing for me, sing Addicted, and I'll give you a little show of your very own," she told him and started to dance to the music in her head. Sho started to hum the song, remembering the melody and lyrics to his music and started singing, "Ooh girl, let's take it slow, So as for you, well you know where to go. I wanna take my love and hate ya 'till the end. I'm so addicted to all the things you do..."
Sora smiled, shut her eyes, and danced as she took of her jacket. The stiff leather slid down her thin arms and then fell around her feet. Sho's eyes watched her every move, her hands sliding up the sides of her body, caressing over her skin and slowly pushing the grey shirt up until she hit her breast. Her hands formed over her aroused peaks, pushing them up and letting them fall with a little bounce. She pushed her hair up with her right hand, while her left stayed at her mouth and sucked erotically on her pinky finger.
She rocked her hips to his words, forever branding this song with her body dancing sensuously to it. Her hands dipped down taking her shirt and stretching it down to reveal a little bit of the black lace bra she had on. She let got letting the fabric bounce back into place and let her hands slowly unbutton the fly at her jeans. Sho would have already attacked her by now, but him singing actually gave him some patience. Perhaps he was maturing, but he was actually enjoying the show.
The zipper fell revealing more black lace. She turned around and hooked her fingers at the waist band of her jeans. There Sho saw a tattoo on the small of her back. It was of a butterfly, pink and blue and yellow. It even looked like it was flapping it's wings as she moved. His eyes went down as she very slowly started to push the fabric from her hips. Black lace revealed solid black fabric then about two inches later, more black lace and then skin. She wasn't even half way down her ass and her panties already ended. Everything was covered, the cheeky panties covering everything improper as she bent down to reveal her slim legs.
She peeked back at him as found him leering at her ass. Sora squatted down and sat with her jeans around her ankles. She laid back and lifted her feet together in front of him. Sho took the cue and relieved her of her garment, tossing it to the floor somewhere. She smiled approvingly. His hands didn't leave her though, his right slid down her right leg, feeling the soft smoothness of it while her left leg fell, bending at the knee. Once her foot hit the floor she leaned to her left and picked herself up into a sitting position. Sho's song was forgotten the moment he touched her, but then she stopped dancing as well. Though she was far from done.
She straddled his extended leg, her center low on his shin, almost sitting on his foot. Sho smiled wickedly at her and forced his leg to rub her core making her gaps and then groan at the feeling. She quickly picked herself away as her face darkened at his actions. Her hands finally reached for the edge of the shirt and lifted it up revealing her breasts in a black lace bra.
"God, you are sexy," Sho whispered, his eyes devouring her form. She looked up at him with a curious smile.
"Am I?" she asked as she stood up, purposing leaning forward to let her breast hang down. She walked towards him, slowly pushing him back to lie on the bed.
"Yes," he answered with a deep throaty voice. Her hand came to his shirt and started shoving it off. Sho didn't hesitate and quickly took it off revealing a solid wall of muscle and pale flesh. His hands started running up and down her offered flesh as she crawled over his body. His fingers ran over her thighs and dipped into her panties, pulling the fabric further between her cheeks. They moved up over her hips, her waist and crept towards her breast. As soon as Sho cupped her breasts over the bra, she quickly grabbed his hands and forced them over his head.
"You don't think I'm boring?" She asked, making him laugh.
"No! You are anything but," he replied honestly. Sora smiled and sat up straddling his lower stomach. She pouted at him cutely as she reached behind her to her bra strap.
"You're not lying to me, right?" She asked her hand stopping from unhooking her bra.
"Never. You are gorgeous, sexy and exciting. I wouldn't have come here with you if you were anything less than perfect," he said smoothly as his mouth watered at the thought of sucking and teasing her perky mounds.
She grinned. "Oh, Sho, you've made me so happy," she announced. Sho didn't notice the difference in her voice or her lack of honorific. He watched her breasts waiting for the black lace to fall but instead he saw her hair cover them and then he had to blink as the whole of her hair was now beside them in bed.
Sho looked up and found short coppery hair. Her hands were covering her face and touching her eye. She flung something from her finger tips to the floor and then proceeded to her other eye. She blinked watery eyes at him revealing gold eyes instead of the blue from before. Kyoko looked down at him with a satisfied eat-shit grin.
"Thanks for the compliment, Shotaro," Kyoko said as she hopped off of him.
Sho was so stunned by the change that he still couldn't comprehend it as Kyoko got dressed. He looked at the hair next to him, then back at the still half naked woman in the room. Then he started noticing other things. There were three other wigs on the dresser, a curly brown one with pig tails, curly red one that was still piled on top in curls and then a long black haired one that was still loose from him pilling the pins from her bun. There was even a set of glasses next to the black wig.
"You..." Sho started stuttering over his own thoughts.
"Me?" Kyoko asked as she slipped on her shirt.
"All of them? The temp at Akatoki? You really did do my PV? And..."
"I did your make-up and hair at the interview. I even gave you a fake number, knowing you wouldn't call some make-up artist. You see, I know everything about you, Shotaro," Kyoko told him as he still laid on the bed shirtless and stunned.
"I know the type of girls you like, what to say to make you smile, and how to act to make you interested. I thought my lack of," she looked at her breast and then shrugged, "well, you've seen I've grown a little bit, but still. It didn't seemed like you minded my size though." Kyoko walked up next to him, bent over and patronizingly patted his head.
"Perhaps you have matured, at least a little," Kyoko admitted and then stood up. "Especially now that I know the truth."
"The truth?" Sho spat and looked away from her. He threw the blonde and red wig beside him to the floor and started shoving his shirt on in anger. "If you think I was telling the truth, you are dead wrong. I was just telling you that to get you in..." Sho stopped short. Kyoko's smile widened more and more as he continued to talk.
"In what?" Kyoko teased and crawled onto the bed. Sho couldn't help but watch her as she went to her hands and knees. "Into bed? You were just saying those things so you could sleep with me? Is that what you were going to say?"
"No!" Sho shouted, but the blush on his face and his earlier actions trashed his current lies. He twisted to get off the bed and out of the room, but was stilled at Kyoko's hand on his thigh - not his shoulder or his arm, but on his thigh.
"Sho," Kyoko called to him sexily. He turned to find her still on her hands and knees, her shirt revealing her fuller pale breast in the complementary black bra and his hands remembered the feel of them - soft and inviting. His eyes flickered to her red lips as she licked them, her little pink tongue flashing out to leave them slick and wet. He saw her move towards him, one knee moving in front of the other while her hands crawled up his body, holding him still. She raised her face towards his causing him to instinctually lick his lips in preparation.
Kyoko slid her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and sunk into his hair, sending little shivers down his body. She tilted her head to the right and leaned in to kiss him, his heart thundering in his chest. She was a hairs breath away as he waited for her kiss.
"Sho," she whispered against his lips, her breath tickling him. Her right hand came up and cupped his cheek making him tilt his head in the other direction.
"You still kiss like an anteater," she told him, slapped him lightly. Kyoko laughed as she left the room, leaving him dazed and confused.
