The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 35: Daphne and Riko Play Dress Up – Riko I.2 – Friday (14 days til Reception)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 35: Daphne and Riko Play Dress Up – Riko I.2 – Friday (14 days til Reception) - 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
I’m not sure what happened or why, but a couple of days after delivering the gifts to Daphne, I was called into the senior vice-consul’s office again. The embassy in Washington had requested that I be assigned to help Miss Christodoulou and her friends prepare for the Ambassador’s Annual Cherry Blossom Reception. I was to guide them through etiquette and the social niceties of the evening.
I had passed along Miss Christodoulou’s request the same day we met, but I never expected such a quick response—much less being assigned to help her. Apparently when the embassy called, they told her the formal invitation would be delivered shortly to her and to all her requested guests.
I was surprised—but delighted. She had seemed like a very interesting woman. I had even thought about calling her on my own to ask how she liked the gifts.
I told the vice-consul I would contact her immediately to arrange a meeting. He instructed me to clear my schedule at the consulate and give this matter as much attention as needed. I agreed and was about to leave the office when he called me back. He said MOFA security wanted me to answer some questions, that it sounded routine, and there should already be an email in my inbox. I left the office wondering what they wanted.
I checked my inbox, sure enough, there was an email. Opening it, they wanted to know about Miss Christodoulou. That was about the last thing I expected. I assumed they had better sources of information than me. I told them everything I knew, how and why we met. My impressions of her, all positive. It was actually surprising how much I was able to write for only meeting her once, and only for forty minutes or so.
I assumed that would be the end of it. Already having Miss Christodoulou’s phone number from the gift paperwork, I called. We arranged to meet at her apartment on Friday in the late afternoon. That would give me time to finish some tasks at the consulate. It would also allow me to get some more information on Miss Christodoulou. I contacted MOFA security, explained my assignment, and asked them for whatever information they had. Within an hour they had sent an email. There wasn’t much on Miss Christodoulou, but there was information on her roommate. A lawyer Kathryn Daniels. Even a picture from the legal firm’s website. She looked, shall we say, very corporate.
Friday did not go as quickly as I had hoped. I was supposed to arrive at three, but I didn’t get there until almost five.
When Miss Christodoulou opened the door, the difference from my first visit struck me immediately. She greeted me with a huge smile, bowed formally, and welcomed me in Japanese, addressing me as Takahashi-san.
I returned the bow and greeted her just as formally as Christodoulou-san.
She motioned me inside and shut the door. Then, to my surprise, she wrapped me in a brief hug and said in Japanese, “We have a lot of work to do and not much time.”
I replied—not stiffly, but still formally—”I am happy to assist you in any way I can, Christodoulou-san.”
A voice came from across the room. “Isn’t the ‘-san’ a formal way to address someone?”
I turned and saw a tall, beautiful blonde woman. I recognized her immediately from the photos and bowed, switching to English. “Miss Daniels, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
The loose hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants she wore did nothing to hide her figure. I thought, Is this a super model or a well-respected lawyer?
Miss Daniels smiled warmly. “Takahashi-san, you’ll have to teach me how you got Daphne to address you so formally. None of her other friends could manage that.”
I did not miss that Miss Daniels had referred to me as one of Daphne’s “friends.”
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