The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 9: Dinner With Kate & Daphne – Janice I .4 – Friday+
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9: Dinner With Kate & Daphne – Janice I .4 – Friday+ - 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 Friday arrived, Kate and I left work together. Just as we exited the building she spun toward me with a decisive air, her eyes smiling. “You’re coming over for dinner,” she said — not a question, a command. I smirked, saying, “This has Daphne written all over it.”
“Nope,” Kate replied, her tone firm yet playful. “My idea.” She offered no further explanation, leaving me intrigued.
I drove home to change while Kate walked back to her and Daphne’s apartment. An hour later, I arrived at their door and Kate greeted me, dressed in sweatpants and a tight cropped hoodie that hugged her curves. I pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek. “I see the fleet’s docked,” I teased, eyeing her outfit. She stepped back, grumbling, “I didn’t pick this.” Smirking, I handed her a bag I’d brought, then tugged the hoodie’s zipper halfway down, baring a generous swell of cleavage. “Thank you, Daphne!” I called out, loud enough for the kitchen to hear. Daphne, out of sight but clearly in on it, replied, “I knew you’d appreciate it.” Kate scowled, muttering, “You two are trouble.” She moved to zip it back up, but I swatted her hand. “No,” I said firmly. To my delight, she left it as we headed to the kitchen.
Kate raised an eyebrow, holding up the bag I’d given her. “I brought champagne and orange juice,” I explained. “Mimosas on me.” Daphne, busy at the counter, glanced over. “I’ve never had one, but it sounds great.”
“It is,” I assured her. Kate grinned. “Great minds think alike — Daphne made fresh OJ this morning.”
I feigned a frown. “Steal my thunder, why don’t you?” Kate laughed, pulling me into another hug. “It’s a long weekend,” she said. “It won’t go to waste.” I nodded, kissing her cheek in agreement.
Then, in a loud, dramatic voice, I declared, “Handed-down furniture!” Pausing for effect, I added with mock sarcasm, “What are you, Swedish? The oldest thing in that place would be classified as early IKEA.”
Daphne chuckled, shooting Kate a look. “I told you you were laying it on too thick. She probably figured it out in ten minutes.”
“Actually,” I said, “I’ve been so busy — and thrilled with the place — it didn’t click until I opened your housewarming gift.”
Kate turned to Daphne, curious. “What gift?”
Before Daphne could respond, I reached into the bag and pulled out several small boxes, holding them up triumphantly. “Coasters! Pornographic coasters, to be exact. Let’s see — a set with what looks like strip club names — hope these names aren’t real. And a couple of boxes with Kama Sutra poses — though I’m pretty sure most of these positions defy human anatomy.”
Kate gaped at Daphne. “Where did you even find these?”
Daphne flashed a mischievous grin. “The internet, of course.”
I fixed her with a stern look. “I’m re-gifting these to you two, and I don’t feel the least bit socially awkward about it.”
Daphne smirked, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “How many of the poses did you look at?”
“Most,” I mumbled, then pressed on. “Anyway, since I never got you two a housewarming gift, here you go. I assume you’ll throw more parties than I will.”
Still chuckling, Daphne took the boxes and stacked them in a side cabinet. But as she placed the last one, she hesitated, then turned back to her fruit-cutting with a casual air. “There was supposed to be another box,” she said. “Was that all they delivered?”
My cheeks burned, and I pretended not to hear Daphne’s question, deflecting with a quick, “What can I do to help?” But Kate jumped in smoothly. “If something’s missing, maybe it’ll show up later.”
Daphne shook her head, focused on chopping fruit. “No, I checked online. They delivered everything.”
The heat crept up my face, betraying me further.
Kate, sensing my discomfort, pressed on with a teasing lilt. “Maybe it came in a separate package. Or it’ll arrive later. Maybe one of her new neighbors snagged it by mistake.” She turned to Daphne, eyes glinting. “What should she ask them to look out for?”
By now, my face was ablaze. I dropped my head onto the counter, bracing for the inevitable, my embarrassment no longer a secret.
Daphne played along, deadpan. “Just another set of coasters.”
Kate grinned wider. “Anything special about those coasters?”
Daphne tilted her head, faking deep thought. “Let me think. I ordered them ages ago...”
“Try to remember,” Kate coaxed. “What was so special about them?”
Daphne stayed casual. “Something along the lines of the others, I think.”
I groaned audibly, and Kate’s grin stretched into wicked delight as she caught on.
“Hold on, I remember now,” Daphne continued, unfazed. “Is there a reason you kept that set — coasters with pictures of Kama Sutra positions for lesbians?”
Kate erupted into hysterical laughter, doubling over. I let out a louder groan, mortified. She recovered quickly, stepping toward me — likely for a hug — but I threw up a hand to stop her. Instead, I reached out, zipped her hoodie all the way up, and then let her wrap me in her arms.
As we hugged, Daphne called over, “You’ve gotta learn somehow. Hope she studied those coasters — might be useful tonight.”
My knees wobbled. Kate pulled back, chuckling, her eyes dancing with amusement. Then, sobering in an instant, she locked gazes with me and tugged her hoodie zipper back down, exposing that tantalizing cleavage again. I leaned on the counter, forcing myself to look away.
Daphne muttered, “Sluts,” under her breath.
Kate shot back, “Psycho Nymph.”
Their banter snapped me out of my daze. I chuckled, my face still burning. The tension eased, and we slid into lighter talk. Daphne popped the champagne and mixed us mimosas with her fresh orange juice. The drinks were crisp and delightful — a perfect reset.
Kate downed her mimosa in one go, then set her glass down with sudden gravity. “Before we eat,” she said, her tone shifting to serious, “there are a couple of things we need to clear up.”
Daphne paused her chopping, turned down a burner on the stove, and gestured for us to sit at the island counter. I slid onto a stool between them, the air suddenly thick with anticipation. Kate took my hand, her grip firm yet gentle, and said, “We sold my old condo.”
In an instant, the blood drained from my face. The flush of embarrassment from moments ago vanished, replaced by cold, numb shock. My voice barely a whisper, I started, “That’s fine...”
My words came out hollow, dazed. “Not even fully unpacked...”
Kate’s tone sharpened, insistent. “I wasn’t done, obviously. I—”
Tears welled up, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. In a fog, I mumbled, “I need to go and...”
Daphne’s arm shot around my shoulders, anchoring me to the stool. She snapped at Kate, “Good thing you’re not a trial lawyer — you’d have your own witnesses in tears.”
Kate, irritated, shot back, “I said I wasn’t done—”
I tried to murmur something, but their bickering drowned me out, my voice lost in the haze. Their back-and-forth stretched on for another minute until Daphne’s voice boomed, “YOU STOP TALKING!” She thrust her arm across my line of sight, a finger hovering an inch from Kate’s face. Kate’s jaw tightened, her arms crossing sharply under her chest as she leaned back with a huff.
Daphne’s hand brushed my cheek, gently turning my face toward her. Once she had my full attention, she began, her tone deliberate. “What our dear Kate was trying — and failing — to explain in her awkward, utterly inept, bungling, incoherent way—”
Kate growled low in her throat.
Daphne leaned past me, fixing Kate with a withering glare before continuing. “Let’s start at the end: you’re not moving. That place is yours. Here’s why.”
My face softened, the knot in my chest easing.
“What our fumbling friend meant to convey,” Daphne went on, “is that the same company that owns this condo now owns yours.” She emphasized “yours” with a reassuring nod. “We’re renting this place from them for a dollar a year. You’ve got the same deal — or you will, once you sign some papers.”
I blinked. “What company?”
“Daphka LLC,” Daphne replied smoothly. “It’s basically a real estate holding company.”
Kate let out a scoff, uncrossing her arms. “Daphka? Sounds like a circus clown.”
Daphne’s lips twitched into a near-smile. “Hush, you,” she told Kate.
“Who’s Daphka?” I asked, still piecing things together.
Daphne opened her mouth to respond, but Kate cut in with a sarcastic drawl. “Oh, it’s not hard to explain. You’re looking at...” She paused for effect, then stretched out the name mockingly, “Daffff-kaaaa.” She shook her head, smirking.
I frowned. “I don’t understand.”
Daphne took the reins, her tone calm and measured. “It’s an LLC I set up after inheriting some money. Basically, it’s an investment company Kate and I own. Great for taxes.”
“What happened to your father’s friend? Thought he was buying the condo?” I asked, managing to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. Daphne, in a completely matter-of-fact tone and without a hint of shame, said, “I decided to have him die and will me the money. That’s a simpler story. Fewer questions. You just say I inherited some money and leave it at that. If anyone wants details, just say you don’t know.”
I grumbled, “That will be easy — I don’t know anything.” Then I turned to Kate and, from the expression on her face, I could tell this was the first she was hearing about the “inheritance.” I asked Kate, “Am I an accessory to anything?”
Kate shook her head and almost moaned, “Just don’t ask any questions. You’re fine. It’s best if we just go along in ignorance. If my name is on any documents, I know nothing about it. I haven’t signed anything.” She then shot Daphne a glare.
“That’s our story and we’re sticking to it?” I asked Kate. She gave me a couple of slow nods of agreement, followed by a shake of her head.
Daphne let out a sigh and said confidently, “I have no idea what you two are worried about. Everything is perfectly legal.” Then, after a pause, in a tone almost as confident, said, “I dare anyone to prove different.”
I looked at Kate and saw her close her eyes as if gathering her patience. After a moment she raised her hand, saying, “Can I continue now? I’d obviously like to get off the subject of the inheritance.”
Daphne arched an eyebrow. “I thought I’d fixed all the damage you caused earlier. But if you start bungling again, I’ll cut in.” She glanced at me, nodding toward Kate. “Are all lawyers like this?”
Kate ignored her, slipping into a crisp, lawyerly tone. “The lease is for one hundred years. Daphka—” she said it like it hurt “—can’t break it unless you do something crazy, like torch the place. Even then, eviction’s tough. You, however, can terminate the lease with twenty-four hours’ notice.”
She took a breath, then pressed on, rolling her eyes at the name again. “Daphka, for the purpose of maintaining their investment, will provide five thousand dollars annually for maintenance, fees, or whatever you deem necessary. You’re welcome to have another lawyer review the contract if you’d like.”
Daphne interjected, her tone dry. “Is the lawyer done?” Then, under her breath, “Where was this Kate when we started this mess?”
Before Kate could snap back, I cut the tension, asking, “Why are you doing this?”
Kate turned to me, her expression softening into a mix of embarrassment and sadness. “Do you remember that attempted joke back at your place?”
Daphne leaned in, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she eyed Kate. “You mean the comment about Janice’s ability to get you clean in the shower?”
Kate flinched, visibly stung.
I half-smiled, letting out a loud groan. “Kate, I told you I thought it was funny. I haven’t given it a second thought since that day. You apologized — unnecessarily, I might add.”
Kate pressed on, her voice quieter now. “I told Daphne about it, how awful I felt. We talked it over and came up with this. It’ll ease our minds — make us both happier — if you sign. Please, it’d lift a weight off us.”
Daphne softened, her voice earnest. “She’s been unbearable since then. It’d stop her brooding. Plus, we care about you — a lot.”
Kate slipped her arm around me, holding tight as Daphne continued. “We know you trust us deep down. This isn’t about swaying you — it’s about easing our minds, knowing there are no strings, never will be, to you being here, being our friend. It’s selfish, really. It’ll make us happy. Are we making any sense? We owe you just for the stress Kate dumped on you with her dismal explanation of something so simple.”
A wave of warmth washed over me, calming my nerves. In a relieved tone, I said, “You’ve both been worrying over nothing. I’ll do whatever you think is best — whatever makes you happy.”
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