The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 48: A Reception to Remember – Tina III.6 – Friday (00 days til Reception)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 48: A Reception to Remember – Tina III.6 – Friday (00 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 woke that morning alone. I got out of bed and walked into the living and dining room areas. Daphne was the only one there. I was greeted with “Good morning, Bed Hog.”
“I was on my side. If you wanted the left you should have just said so.”
She laughed. Then said, “I think it was the warmth. You give off more heat than a pot-bellied stove.”
“Hey! Watch it,” I said.
She laughed again and asked what I wanted for breakfast. “Waffles,” I replied. “Good,” she said. “That’s what I ordered for you.” I gave her a look. She returned the look saying, “Your cop face doesn’t faze me anymore.” I kept the expression, replying, “It’s my fibby face and it never did.”
By the time my waffles arrived Kate and Riko were up. Not showered or dressed, but up. Last evening when I peeked at them I thought they were in nightshirts. I was wrong, they were in nightgowns much like Daphne’s. It was all I could do not to laugh. Seeing my expression Riko said, “Daphne’s making us wear these.”
Kate finished the explanation. “She says if there is a fire and we need to leave quickly. If we wore what we normally wear it could cause an incident and people might get hurt.”
I started to laugh until I thought, what do they normally wear?
Daphne ordered room service for Kate and Riko. After everyone finished eating we all showered and dressed.
We hung around the room waiting for Senator Lester and his wife to arrive. Rachel and Jason arrived just before noon. Meeting the senator and his wife in person was impressive. They both greeted me warmly. Jill actually gave me a hug like she did with the others. Jill Lester seemed to fit in seamlessly with the other women.
The group went over the guest list again and their plans — what subjects to bring up and the best points to hammer home. Unlike the conference call meeting Riko seemed to be running this meeting. She added several etiquette guidelines to ensure everyone stayed respectful of the Japanese present as well as some of the other cultures. Riko really drilled home the business card two hand rule.
Daphne had gathered additional personal information on some of the embassy personnel. Daphne also credited me with gathering some of the new information. The Senator thanked me and Jill gave me a big smile. I didn’t see how they could fit all those people into their little scheme. They all seemed confident things would go smoothly.
The group broke up about three. After the Lesters left, I whispered to Daphne, “No plan survives first contact with the enemy.” She laughed and wrapped an arm around me, saying, “Thank you, Field Marshal Cruz. I wouldn’t have taken you for a Prussian.” I shook my head.
I was thinking we would sit around and relax for a while before the reception, but Daphne announced it was time to get ready. Everyone looked at her. Kate said, “We have hours.”
“That is just enough time to shower, do our hair and makeup, and for you and Tina to squeeze into your bras so you’re not spilling all over the place.” Kate, Riko, and I all looked at each other and by unspoken agreement no one argued. I had to admit it was probably a good idea. No one was rushed.
Kate and I did not spend as much time on our hair as Riko and Daphne. Their results were quite beautiful. Daphne with elegant braids, accented with flower hair clips to hold everything in place. If Daphne’s hair looked good, Riko’s hair I would call understated elegance. It looked like a modern take on an ancient Japanese hairstyle you only see in drawings. There was a bun high on the back of her head highlighted with a simple cherry blossom clip. There were still strands of hair hanging down to accent her face. Kate, when she first saw Riko, actually let out a “wow.” You couldn’t take your eyes off her face and hair. Which is saying something because she was naked.
The dressers Daphne hired arrived about five. They were a couple of middle-aged Japanese women who spoke very little English. That obviously didn’t matter with Riko and Daphne speaking perfect Japanese. I was a little surprised to hear Daphne had flown them over from Japan and was obviously putting them up in the hotel.
Another thing that took me by surprise was again Daphne. Her Japanese had no accent. At least I couldn’t detect any difference between the four women talking. You would swear there were four Japanese women talking.
After introductions, everyone started to get ready. Daphne and Riko went with the dressers to the main bedroom. Kate and I went to the bedroom Daphne and I had been using. It wasn’t long before I heard Riko say in a loud and surprised voice, “You must be kidding?”
Kate and I went into the room to find Daphne with a look of exasperated annoyance and Riko with a look of shock and almost fear. You would think they were trying to dress her in an Iron Maiden. Kate asked what was going on. The two dressers looked amused, so I didn’t think it was too bad.
Riko pointed at a kimono with a green pattern. I looked at Kate. She seemed as confused as me. Looking back at Riko, she again waved at the kimono saying, “This belongs in a museum ... not on me.” One of the dressers said, in her very broken English, the kimono was quite valuable and one of a kind. The kimono was created by someone called Fukumi Shimura.
Daphne launched into the history of Fukumi Shimura. She is considered a Japanese national treasure, a textile artist known for her use of natural dyes and handcrafted creations, including this kimono. The dressers were impressed with Daphne’s knowledge of Fukumi Shimura and kimonos in general. Riko just seemed stunned, staring at the kimono in awe.
It took almost fifteen minutes of convincing by Daphne, Kate, me, and the two dressers to get Riko into the kimono. By saying we all convinced Riko, I mean Daphne threatened to dress a scarecrow in the kimono and stick it in the middle of an Iowa cornfield. The dressers were finally able to dress the two.
Kate and I went to dress in the other room. In the end the dressers were quite impressed with Daphne and especially Riko’s kimonos. They had Kate and me take pictures of them with Daphne and Riko — many pictures. It was obvious Riko’s kimono was a bigger deal than Kate or I had imagined.
Even before we made it to the reception, people in the hotel lobby wanted pictures with both Riko and Daphne. I had to admit, they made quite a sight. The hotel staff asked if they could post a picture on their website and hang a picture of the two behind the front desk.
This turned out to be a precursor of how the evening would start. Whether or not this was Daphne’s plan, only she knew ... Yes, there is no doubt, this was all planned. It had Daphne written all over it. That was my thought throughout the entire evening.
Actually that’s not true. The part of the evening no one could have orchestrated started in the security line when we entered. Everyone met up before entering the security line — the senator, Jill, Rachel, and Jason. We were all at the back when a couple of men caught my attention. They showed media credentials, but looked too ... not media to me. Security was checking everyone’s bags. These two men, in my opinion, put on an act that distracted security. One of their bags bypassed getting checked.
The moment of hesitation before mentioning it to one of the security personnel was definitely a mistake. When I said something, several other people had already made it through the line. The men I was referring to were forgotten and now out of sight. I didn’t want to make a scene — the security line was long and the personnel were all busy — but I also wanted to get my point across. In the end I was told quite firmly that everything was well in hand and my assistance was not needed. “Not welcomed” was also implied.
After we made it completely through security, we joined the receiving line. Daphne must have noticed my interaction with the security person. She asked what the problem was, but before I could explain she wrapped an arm around Kate’s waist saying, “I can keep an eye on her; security should never need to get involved. But I appreciate the idea of having backup.” Kate gave Daphne a sideways look that I interpreted as: security will not be enough. Looking at me again, Daphne stage-whispered, “Maybe I will need backup.”
The receiving line set the tone for the evening as a whole. Riko, Daphne, and Kate went through the line. They followed Senator Lester and Jill. Rachel and Jason followed the three. I bypassed the line but hung close. I had an eye out for those men.
There was a distraction from looking for the men when the three — Riko, Daphne, and Kate — met the ambassador and his wife. The ambassador’s wife obviously knew Riko’s kimono was something very special. She was almost vibrating with excitement when Riko introduced herself, then Kate, then Daphne. The ambassador’s wife only had eyes for Riko’s kimono. They talked briefly, but it was still much longer than with any other person the ambassador and his wife spoke with. That included some high-ranking US government officials I saw in the line ahead of us.
Kate thanked them for the invitation and said she was delighted to be there. Daphne managed to slightly surprise the ambassador and his wife when she gave a short greeting. Actually it sounded like a poem in Japanese. Her voice had a nice, melodic quality. It had a sing-song rhythm to it when she spoke. Both the ambassador and his wife, and a few bystanders, seemed impressed. Daphne gave them a polite bow before moving on.
The three seemed to capture most of the room’s attention. Between Riko’s kimono, Daphne’s little speech in Japanese, and Kate looking like a six-foot goddess in that dress, they were the center of attention.
The two men were the center of my attention. I spotted them after we finally exited the reception line. They were acting a little strangely. There were cameras all over the place, and yet I had the impression they were trying to hide their faces. Alarms were going off in my head. That’s when I noticed one of the men pull a small vase from a bag. It was only about eight inches tall. A small white flower stuck out of the top. They placed it on a table and moved on slowly.
I turned my attention back to Riko, Kate, and Daphne. That was the order they exited the reception line and it was still the order. I would have expected Daphne to be leading the little group, but it was Riko. Several Japanese couples approached her and engaged in conversations, mainly about the kimono she was wearing. Kate joined in several times when the people politely switched to English for her benefit. The most surreal thing to me was that Daphne somehow seemed to make herself fade into the background.
I didn’t have time to wonder about this change in Daphne for long. The men were moving out of my line of sight. Before I followed them, I retrieved the vase from the table. Picking it up, the weight surprised me. The vase seemed to be made of cheap plastic, but weighted like it was solid brass. The center was not hollow, like a vase should be — it was solid. The flower on top was fake and hot-glued in place.
Giving chase, I worked my way through the crowd, noticing another vase on another table. Collecting that one, I continued to follow. After the fifth vase the men made their way to the exit. They didn’t seem rushed; their steps looked more relaxed. I followed, carrying the vases.
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