Usagi's New World: Smile your on DVD! [Episode 142457]

Haruka stood naked in front of her locker, looking at the race queen dress on its hanger, waiting a trip to the dry cleaner. One hand reached out and traced a finger along the fabric, as the thought "It was really comfortable once I got used to it," whispered in her mind.

Shaking her head violently, Haruka turned away from the dress, and stepped away. With a frown she raised one hand to gently rub at her other arm. 'Whatever I may think of the girls doing it, that strutting up and down is a workout in itself.' she thought as she contemplated the feel of dried sweat on her arms. 'Yeah . . .' she thought as she sat on a bench, and glanced at the locker where the dress now hung, as well as her towel, shampoo and soap for showering. 'Real work. Though if Michi were home she'd be supportive when I got home.' With a half smile she slid her hand over her breast and gave a little "Mmm," as she contemplated Michiru's touch. Suddenly the image entered her mind of Daisuke grabbing her breasts from behind, and as her grip tightened in response spikes of intense pleasure shot through her body, drawing a happy "Ahhhh!" from her lips.

Haruka's eyes shot open as she pulled her hands away from her breasts. Shaking her head violently, she raised both hands to lightly slap her cheeks. "That came from nowhere. I'm not interested. I need to get clean!" Rising to her feet, she turned back to her locker. Once again she stopped as she looked at the dress, her mind briefly conjuring images of her day, then with a shake of her head she reached above it to grab the items she needed to shower.

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Haruka stood put down her hairbrush and looked at herself in the mirror of the women's locker room. She was once again dressed in the shirt - slacks combination she had worn to the track that morning, but somehow the image looking back at her seemed different from the morning. The thought, 'Softer,' drifted through her mind briefly, then she shook her head and turned away. She glanced toward the locker holding the dress, and with a quick shake of her head turned away and walked out the door.

Haruka stood outside the locker room. Her eyes drifted toward the way out, she briefly pursed her lips, then with a sigh she turned and walked down the corridor toward where she had last seen Daisuke.

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"Hey, Haruka-chan!" Daisuke called with a wave.

Haruka paused, a moment, then shook her head and looked at Daisuke. "I was about to head home, but I wanted to know where I should put that . . . dress of yours. It will need dry cleaning I think."

Daisuke leaned back in his chair. "Oh, I agree on the dry cleaning, but I don't see why you're asking me, it's your dress, and you are the one who's responsible for taking care of it." His eyes locked on Haruka, the expression on his face declaring, "I dare you to challenge me."

Haruka's lips tightened as she kept her eyes locked to his. She could feel anger and frustration rising inside her, but as she kept gazing at Daisuke's face, her anger faded. Her head dipped as her gaze dropped to the floor. "Ok, any recommendations?"

Daisuke shrugged. "Well, I've always used the place six blocks west between the florist and the video store, but I trust your judgement." He rose to his feet. "Speaking of videos, how's it coming?"

Hiroshi looked up from his copy of Shonen Jump to the screen of the computer. "It's just finishing . . . Ah, it's done." His hand reached down to the mouse. A few moments later, the tray of the computer's top optical drive slid open, and Daisuke casually picked up the disk, and with a marker wrote on its top "Haruka's race queen debut". Picking up a paper sleeve and dropping the disk in it, he handed it to Daisuke with a loud, "It is done."

Daisuke walked over to Haruka, holding up the disk. "As promised, here's your copy."

Haruka blinked as she accepted the disk. "That was really fast."

Daisuke shrugged. "It's not the final version, no music, no voiceover, it's basically just a collection of the best clips of you from today."

Haruka took a deep breath and released it. "You will keep Michiru from seeing this right?"

"Hey," Daisuke commented as he stepped next to Haruka and reached behind her to clap his hand on her shoulder. "I promise she won't hear about this from me."

Haruka sighed in relief, then her eyes opened as she felt Daisuke's hand slide down her back to grab her ass. Anger and embarrassment rose within her, but both were drowned by the feeling of pleasure the grope was provoking. Shaking her head she stepped away from Daisuke, looked back at him and stammered, "Thanks . . . for Michiru!" then ran out the door.