The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 15: I Just Knew We’d Meet Again – Jane I .2 – Saturday
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 15: I Just Knew We’d Meet Again – Jane I .2 – Saturday - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
When Sergeant Barrington and I arrived at the apartment, the door was open and two uniformed officers were already on the scene. Before we were completely through the door, a voice called out, “Jane’s here!” Then another asked, “Is your Sergeant Choc-o-licious with her?” The first voice was the girl Daphne, and the second was the lawyer Kate. Daphne then declared, “Yes, Sergeant Barrington is with Jane.” I gave Sergeant Barrington a smirking smile while correcting Daphne, “That’s Detective Robins.” She gave me a smile and said, “No, that’s Sergeant Barrington. You’re Detective Robins.” Hearing that, the sergeant returned my smirk. Daphne then grabbed the sergeant’s arm and, smiling up at him, said, “I feel so much safer with you here.”
I could see a man, tied up and apparently unconscious, face-down on the balcony. His hands and legs were trussed up behind him—hogtied, you would call it. Two uniformed officers were on the balcony with Miss Daniels. The three of us walked over—Daphne was still clinging to the sergeant. I asked her, unable to totally keep the sarcasm out of my voice, “Your handiwork, I assume.”
“More of a group effort,” Miss Daniels said. She pointed to the corner of the balcony where I saw a hunting knife with about a five-inch blade. I asked if anyone had touched the knife. Kate said she had only kicked it—no one besides the man had handled it. She gave a brief explanation of what happened. I called back into the apartment, “Mrs. Meadows, your restraining order was still in place—no changes?” She replied there were no changes, but sounded confused. I asked, “Are you sure?” She replied yes—the question had just taken her off guard.
I asked Miss Daniels, “You told the dispatcher someone was hurt. Are all of you all right?” She said they were all fine—the man was the only one injured.
My next question was interrupted by the paramedics arriving. I paused the questioning while I watched the paramedics work to untie the man and the uniforms cuff him. He appeared to be coming around. I thought questioning him would be a treat later. In no time they were taking the man out accompanied by the officers.
With my eyes and a jerk of my chin toward the front door, I let the sergeant know I needed some privacy with the women. No officers were around now. I asked Rachel and Janice for more details from their perspective. All their stories basically matched. Janice described what Daphne did—kicking the man several times in the groin—then adding, “I think Daphne could kick a seventy-yard field goal. That man will never be the same again.” Mrs. Meadows said, “Good.” Miss Daniels added, “Then I punched him and Daphne kicked him again. That’s when he finally fell over.” Janice chimed in, saying she thought he was trying to get up and he still had the knife. So, Rachel disarmed him by stepping on his hand until he let go of the knife. She then kicked him in the ribs a couple of times for good measure—maybe once or twice in the face. Miss Daniels then added, with a worried expression on her face, “We were all pretty frightened, so we might have something wrong.”
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