The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 49: The Evening and a Door Comes to a Close – Tina III.7 – Friday (After Reception)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 49: The Evening and a Door Comes to a Close – Tina III.7 – Friday (After 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
By nine we were loading ourselves back into the limo. This time we had one extra guest. Jill was riding back with us to the hotel. The senator had gone to a club with several other senators and a few diplomats and businessmen from the US and other countries. He and Jill were to meet up later in the evening.
The ride back to the hotel took a little longer than the trip there. Everyone had arrived over an hour or two, but they were all leaving at about the same time. After the first few minutes of congratulations and complimenting each other, we all took a deep breath and started to relax. Riko was flanked by Kate and Daphne on one side of the limo. Jill and I were sitting next to each other facing the three.
When traffic started to clear and we finally started moving, Jill asked me, slightly suggestively, “Where did you and Kate disappear to?”
Deciding to joke with the group and tease Kate, I said, looking embarrassed, “We didn’t think anyone would notice.” I turned my head so the others wouldn’t see me wink at Jill.
“Your clothes weren’t too out of place when you returned,” Jill said. Then added, “I assume you weren’t the first women to leave with your panties in your purses.”
Daphne let out a surprised gasp, leaned forward to look across Riko at Kate and said, “You slut. Can’t you keep them on for five minutes?”
Riko, catching on immediately, said, “I’m amazed she bothers to put them on in the morning at all.”
Kate’s jaw was now clenched. She was eyeing me. I related the true reason for our sneaking away. Jill, especially, seemed quite impressed. She praised my quick thinking with her hand on my leg. The vehicle erupted into laughter when I quoted Kate’s diversion story word for word.
That laughter was followed by more laughter, but this was for a different reason. I asked Daphne about the incident that led to the invitation to the reception. Daphne described the incident. Kate added some details. Riko finally asked, a little shyly, “What did the men say that made you get so angry? It wasn’t in any report she read about that evening.”
Jill said, “It must have been pretty bad, but your cover story saved a lot of people a lot of embarrassment. That was very good of you. I know a lot of people appreciated that.”
Riko agreed.
Daphne said matter-of-factly, “They were looking at Kate and Rachel and said ‘They’re as busty as they are beautiful.’”
Kate’s mouth fell open. Riko’s eyes went a little wide. Jill was trying not to laugh. Kate finally blurted out, “You say far worse insulting things to me every day. So does this one,” pointing at Riko. Kate continued, “Plus you dressed me in that outfit showing off my boobs. If I understood what they were saying I probably would have said thank you.”
At that, Jill burst out laughing again. Riko smiled at Daphne with a look of respect. Kate was still giving Daphne a look of annoyance. Daphne gave a shrug and looked at everyone saying, “All’s well that ends well.” I wasn’t sure if I should be scared or impressed.
When we arrived back at the hotel and walked through the lobby, it was a repeat of when we left — many people wanted pictures with Riko and Daphne in their kimonos. Jill and I chatted while Kate was the unofficial photographer for Daphne, Riko, and their fans. I found myself enjoying my private chat with Jill. She was really quite tuned in to Washington. When others extricated themselves from their admirers, Daphne said she and Riko wanted to get out of the kimonos. Jill said she was hoping we all could stop for a drink at the hotel lounge. Riko seconded Daphne’s longing to get out of the kimonos and relax up in the room. In the end, Jill and I said we were going to the lounge to have some unforced and relaxing conversation. Plus, after watching and talking with her tonight, she seemed quite intriguing. Kate went to help Daphne and Riko. Daphne made us promise to come up after we talked for a bit, saying how interesting could an FBI agent really be? Jill said, “Judging from tonight, pretty damn interesting.”
Jill and I went to the lounge and sat in the same wing chairs Daphne and I had sat in after our first dinner. She told me about what a grind campaigning was. That it actually never really stopped. That fundraising was even worse. I talked about how I got into law enforcement, then joining the FBI, and my recent career hiccup. We also compared notes on Daphne and the other women, but mainly Daphne. We agreed she was nothing like how she looked. She knew things she had no right to know. I told her about the incidents at Kate and Daphne’s apartment. The other female friends I had met. Their attitude toward her was: that’s Daphne. Jill asked what I said in my report that cleared her to attend the reception. I said thankfully people appeared to only read the conclusion; it said she shows no sign, nor do I believe, she poses any kind of a threat. I included the details she told me, but it would sound like complete bull even to the most generous — I should really say gullible — reader.
Jill then asked me something that normally would catch me off guard. But our topic was just Daphne so it actually seemed appropriate. She asked, “Did you sleep with them?” Not did you sleep with Daphne, or Kate, or Riko. But did you sleep with them. My initial answer made her smile. I said, “Just Daphne last night.”
“Is she as good as I suspect?” Jill asked.
Jill broke out laughing when I told her about only sleeping and Daphne wearing the Granny Clampett nightgown. I told her about Kate and Riko wearing the same style nightgowns. Jill said she was not laughing about the nightgowns. She was laughing because I sounded disappointed.
The statement took me off guard. For a couple of days Daphne did seem to be flirting with me. A couple of times, I admit, I expected Daphne to make a pass at me.
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