<p>“Good morning, Moira,” Tanner said as the exquisitely beautiful woman that worked two cubicles down from his stepped into the elevator.</p><p>“Good morning, Tanner,” Moira replied with a quick smile. “Did you forget to press the button for our floor?”</p><p>“Oh, gosh, yes, I did,” Tanner said. “Sorry.”</p><p>Moira leaned towards the panel and pressed the button as Tanner admired the way her skirt hugged her ass just a little bit tighter. He tried not to stare too long – to get caught would have been terribly embarrassing – but Moira’s ass was so beautiful. She was clearly a woman that worked out.</p><p>“So, how’s work going?” Tanner asked.</p><p>Moira looked over her shoulder and eyed Tanner for a moment before saying, “I appreciate your attempt to be social, Tanner, but I think we both know I’m going to be your boss before long so I don’t really see any point in us getting to know each other all that well. I’ll be better at my future job if I see you as a pawn to be moved around for the company’s benefit. No offense.”</p><p>Moira turned her gaze to the elevator door once more and Tanner watched her shiny, soft brown hair sway gently in the aftermath of her swift movement.</p><p>“None taken,” he said. Moira was right. She was absolutely going to get promoted above Tanner and it wasn’t going to take long for it to happen. He’d been at the company for five years and in less than a year she’d already risen to his level as a middle manager. She’d blow right past him before long and it was quite likely he was never going to rise above his current station, barring some sort of accident in HR that labeled him as more ambitious and talented than he was. Tanner was fine with that, though. His life was simple and fairly uninspired, but he liked it that way.</p><p>“Enjoy your day at work,” Tanner said as the elevator doors opened and Moira strode towards her cubicle with purpose. She offered nothing in response and he took a few moments to stare at her butt once more.</p><p>“Take a picture, Tanner, it’ll last longer,” a familiar voice said.</p><p>Tanner looked up to find Mark, a coworker he had a particular dislike for, standing just outside the elevator. “What?” Tanner asked when his brain failed to come up with any sort of interesting response.</p><p>Mark laughed and stepped into the elevator. He turned and they both stared at Moira’s ass. “You don’t have a chance with her, buddy. A woman like that would never, ever fuck a guy like you. A woman like that needs a real man and I think we both know you’re just not the type. Now get your ass to work.”</p><p>Mark was not Tanner’s boss. Not yet, at least. Like Moira, he’d joined the company a year ago and was quickly working his way through the ranks. He too would almost certainly surpass Tanner at some point. That was not an outcome Tanner looked forward to. He could see it being quite pleasant to work for Moira, harsh as she could be. Mark was just an asshole. Every moment with him was like spending time with a particularly arrogant bully who took pleasure in belittling those he saw as less than him.</p><p>Despite that, Tanner left the elevator without saying a word. He walked to his cubicle, sank into his chair, and turned on his computer to get started on killing time until Moira’s morning coffee break.</p><p>Each morning at 10:15 Moira would leave her cubicle and head to the office kitchen – a lavishly-stocked and surprisingly well-designed room with numerous coffee and tea drinks, foul-tasting kombucha on top for the health nuts, and a variety of snacks to keep the brains of the office drones firing on all cylinders – and each morning at 10:15 Tanner found a reason to at least catch a glimpse of the brunette goddess as she prepared her coffee, which she always made with a teaspoon of sugar and a dash of cream.</p><p>On this particular morning Tanner planned on making a coffee of his own. Moira almost certainly wouldn’t deign to talk to him – and if she did it likely would be a quick dismissal like in the elevator – but Tanner didn’t care.</p><p>At 10:14 Tanner pushed his chair away from the desk, stood, and made his way towards kitchen. Moira didn’t look up from her computer as Tanner walked by, but he didn’t think she would. He merely hoped.</p><p>“Well, look who it is,” Mark said with a cocky smile as Tanner walked into the kitchen. “My future employee.”</p><p>“Your future employee?” Tanner asked as his mood instantly soured.</p><p>“Tanner, you’ve been here what, five years? You haven’t exactly proven yourself to be an all-star in that time. You’re more like a sad little cog in the machine that will stay right where you are, get increasingly bad performance reviews, and eventually get dropped like a hot potato when the company realizes they could pay a 22 year old half of what they pay you and get better performance,” Mark said.</p><p>“Fuck you, Mark,” Tanner said.</p><p>The look on Mark’s face darkened as he stepped closer with a cup of coffee in his hand. For a moment Tanner wondered if his coworker was about to lose his cool and throw the hot liquid in his face.</p><p>“You know what, Tanner?” Mark hissed. “I’ve just decided that I’m going to speed up the timeline. I’m going to make it my mission to get you fired the moment I get promoted above you. I’ll fill your performance reports with bad feedback. I’ll make sure you don’t get credit for the one good idea you have every year. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you end up on the street. I’ll make sure they don’t even offer you severance.”</p><p>“Good morning, gentlemen,” Moira said from the doorway.</p><p>“Ah, another future employee of mine,” Mark said as he stepped away from Tanner and smiled. “I can’t wait until both of you are working under me.”</p><p>Mark directed a lascivious stare Moira’s way. It likely would have been enough to get him a warning if someone from HR had been there to witness it. Moira didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it, though.</p><p>“I think you manage to fool some people into thinking you’re confident, Mark,” Moira said as she walked towards the coffee maker. “I know the truth, though.”</p><p>“Oh yeah?” Mark asked. “What’s that?”</p><p>Moira pulled a mug from the cabinet and poured a cup of coffee. “That you’re a sad, insecure, angry little boy who knows that no one likes him. That’s why I see it as quite unlikely you’ll retain your employment here after I’ve been promoted above you.”</p><p>Mark looked genuinely angry, which Tanner took to mean that Moira had hit the nail on the head in her assessment of a man who did appear to be exceptionally confident.</p><p>“I had other plans for you, Moira,” Mark said, “but I can see that you’re not the kind of woman that can work well under a man like me. You just don’t seem to know your place. I guess you’ll have to join Tanner on the street as soon as I claim that promotion that you foolishly think you’re entitled to.”</p><p>Mark didn’t wait for a response. He strode out of the kitchen with a smile on his face and a cup of coffee in his hand, though Tanner was certain he seemed rattled.</p><p>“We could report him to HR, you know,” Tanner said. “I’d be happy to be corroborate your complaint. Saying that kind of stuff might get him fired.”</p><p>Moira gently stirred a spoonful of sugar into her coffee as she said, “HR isn’t your friend, Tanner. They work for the company. They don’t give a shit about you, me, or Mark. They only care about protecting the bottom line. They’d be just as likely to put warnings in our files as they would to fire Mark. It’s kind of you to offer, but Mark won’t be a problem. I’ve dealt with men like him my whole life and I won’t have any trouble crushing him like the bug that he is.”</p><p>“Oh, okay,” Tanner said.</p><p>Moira sucked the spoon clean in a surprisingly sensual way before flashing a quick smile at Tanner. “Feel free to stare as I walk out.”</p><p>“What?” he asked.</p><p>“At my ass,” she said. “Feel free to stare at my ass as I walk out. You deserve a little reward.”</p><p>Tanner was a little embarrassed that Moira clearly knew about his propensity for staring at her ass, but that didn’t stop him from doing as she suggested. He stared while she walked out of the room and it was a glorious treat to do so.</p><p>Tanner stepped into the elevator at the end of the day and smiled like he always did. To him, finishing a work day was a small victory and the prospect of going home was a reason to celebrate. The fact that Moira snuck into the elevator a moment before the doors closed only broadened his smile.</p><p>“Did you have a good day?” Tanner asked.</p><p>For a few moments Moira faced forward and offered no response. Then, she spoke up. “I spent most of my day figuring out how I’m going to destroy Mark, so yes, I’d say I had a good day.”</p><p>It was the sense of joy in her voice that sent a chill down Tanner’s spine. Moira had never seemed like the kind of woman to trifle with, but this felt a little different.</p><p>“He’ll fire you, you know,” Moira said.</p><p>“I don’t think so,” Tanner replied. “He was just being an asshole.”</p><p>The elevator doors opened into the parking garage and Moira stepped out before turning to Tanner. “You’re wrong. Mark is the kind of man that takes pleasure in ruining the lives of others. He’s a sociopath. He will absolutely fire you, and it’s possible he’ll go above and beyond to ruin your life. It wouldn’t surprise me if he tried to make it difficult for you to get a job somewhere else.”</p><p>“Do you really think so?” Tanner asked.</p><p>“He’ll do the same to me,” Moira said. “That’s why I spent my day figuring out how I’m going to destroy him.”</p><p>Tanner stepped out of the elevator and the doors gently shut behind him. “Did you come up with a plan?”</p><p>Moira smiled. “I did. I’m going to need your help, though.”</p><p>“My help?” Tanner asked.</p><p>“Would you like to join me for a glass of wine?” Moira asked.</p><p>Tanner was so stunned by her invitation that he couldn’t find the words to accept.</p><p>“Come,” Moira said as she walked towards her car.</p><p>Tanner followed wordlessly as Moira pulled a set of keys from her purse and unlocked the doors.</p><p>“Get in,” she said.</p><p>Tanner opened the passenger door and slid into the sleek luxury car. The leather felt impossibly soft as he put on his seatbelt and the engine roared to life.</p><p>“I love this car,” Moira said as she backed out of her space, put in drive, and gunned it. She worked her way out of the parking garage at remarkable speed and drove with the same aggressive style as they completed the short commute to her building.</p><p>“You can relax,” Moira said as she pulled into her parking space and turned the car off. “I don’t bite. I promise, I’m going to help you and there’s a good chance we’ll have some fun along the way.”</p><p>“Okay,” Tanner said in a voice that came off as far too timid for his liking. He was awed by Moira. There was even something about the way she drove with such command that struck him as impossibly powerful.</p><p>Moira opened the door, effortlessly exited the car, and said, “Let’s go have that glass of wine.”</p><p>They rode the elevator to the 16th floor of her building and stepped into a small but exceptionally well-appointed apartment. Moira put her bag on the small table in her dining nook and turned towards the kitchen. “Is red okay?” she asked.</p><p>“Sure,” Tanner said as Moira walked into her kitchen and opened up a bottle of red wine. Even her skill at opening the bottle awed him.</p><p>Moira poured two glasses, picked them up, and said “Come,” as she walked towards the couch. “Sit with me.”</p><p>Tanner sat next to her and Moira crossed her legs in an inviting manner as she handed him a glass of wine. He took a sip, savored the exceptional taste, and took a moment to consider the sense of whiplash he was feeling. Ten hours earlier Moira had blown him off in the elevator, effectively telling Tanner that it wasn’t worth attempting a friendship because soon enough he’d be under her control at work. Now they were seated on her couch enjoying a glass of wine in a situation that felt very much like the end of a first date.</p><p>“Are you attracted to me, Tanner?” Moira asked.</p><p>Tanner nodded.</p><p>“Good. That will be useful,” she said. “I’m not going to go into all the details of my plan, but I will share that it involves taking advantage of the fragility of Mark’s massive ego to lure him into making a mistake and getting himself fired.”</p><p>“Okay,” Tanner said. “I’m not sure I understand how I fit into that plan, though.”</p><p>“You and I are going to have a relationship,” Moira said.</p><p>Tanner nearly choked on the sip of wine he’d taken.</p><p>Moira laughed and added, “Not a real relationship, Tanner. I hope it’s not overwhelmingly offensive for me to say that you’re not my type. That’s the point, though. I want to confound Mark. I want him to be driven mad by the idea that you’re having sex with me.”</p><p>“Am I…are we…” Tanner stammered.</p><p>“No, we’re not going to be having sex, Tanner. I’m confident that you’re not the kind of man that could actually satisfy me. I don’t mean to be cruel, but there’s no need for me to subject myself to the displeasure of having you inside me when I can accomplish my goal by making Mark think that I’m letting you fuck me,” Moira explained.</p><p>“Oh, okay,” Tanner said.</p><p>“Don’t make that face,” Moira replied. “This isn’t about serving your sexual needs, Tanner. It’s about saving your job. It’s about preserving the career that you’ve put, well, let’s be honest, a fairly minimal amount of work into. If you’re not interested in that we can finish our glass of wine and be done with it.”</p><p>Tanner didn’t want to lose his job. Moira was mostly right that he didn’t work nearly as hard as he could have on his career, but the idea of having to find another job – or of being blackballed out of his industry by a vengeful asshole like Mark – was untenable.</p><p>“No, I’m sorry,” Tanner said. “I’m on board.”</p><p>Moira smiled and sipped her wine. “How do you feel about eating pussy?” she asked.</p><p>Tanner’s eyes went wide and he took a moment to process the truly shocking question before answering. “I like it,” he said.</p><p>Moira took his glass and placed it on the coffee table with hers before standing up, unzipping her skirt, and pushing it over her hips.</p><p>She sat on the couch, gently spread her legs, and said, “That’s good to hear, because I’d like you to eat my pussy.”</p><p>Tanner stared between her legs and admired the outline of her labia in the black lace panties Moira wore. The idea of going down on her was unquestionably appealing, but the situation felt so strange that he couldn’t quite commit to it.</p><p>“I might have been unclear. You’re going to eat my pussy and you’re going to make me cum. You’re going to do so because we need to have shared an intimate experience to make it more believable that that we’re in a relationship. I want you to walk into work tomorrow and be unable to think of anything other than how good it felt to make me cum. I’m not going to let you fuck me and I’m not going to give you a blowjob or a handjob. All that’s left is for you to eat my pussy, so that’s what you’re going to do. Now stop acting like a teenager that’s seeing a girl in her underwear for the first time and get on your knees. My pussy isn’t going to eat itself,” Moira demanded.</p><p>Tanner slid off the couch and moved between her legs as Moira edged her bottom closer to the edge.</p><p>“Pass me my glass of wine,” she said.</p><p>He reached back to pass her the wine and turned his gaze between her legs once more.</p><p>“Take my panties off,” Moira demanded.</p><p>Tanner reached up and pulled off her panties, exposing Moira’s beautiful pussy. She’d shaved most of her pubic have save for a small strip above and her lips looked tight, like they were protecting the treasure that waited inside.</p><p>“Now eat my pussy until I cum,” she said.</p><p>Tanner moved between Moira’s legs and put his tongue to work. He quickly found his way to her clit and listened for the telltale moan of pleasure that would let him know he was doing a good job.</p><p>“Right there,” Moira said. “That’s good.”</p><p>Tanner looked up to see Moira take a sip of wine and swallow before leaning back and resting her head against the couch cushion. She spread her arms and a satisfied smile broke across her face as he considered how impossible the ending of his day would have seemed that morning. That idea that he’d end up between Moira’s legs and licking her pussy wasn’t even remotely among the options for how his evening could have played out.</p><p>“That’s it,” Moira said before moaning a little louder. “Eat my pussy like a good boy. Eat my pussy and make me cum.”</p><p>Tanner’s cock throbbed in his pants as he tended to the perfect pussy in front of him. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around the notion that he was between Moira’s legs and tasting her pussy, but the painful erection between his legs was proof that he thoroughly enjoyed making her feel good.</p><p>Moira was not a quick cummer, but Tanner refused to relent. He licked her pussy feverishly and slipped two fingers inside her for a little extra pleasure as Moira sipped her wine and unleashed a steady stream of moans. It was only when her hand moved into his hair and she took a tight grip that Tanner figured she was close.</p><p>“Right there,” she said breathlessly. “Right there. Eat my pussy. Eat it like a good boy. Eat my pussy and make me cum.”</p><p>She picked her feet up and placed them on Tanner’s back before pulling his body closer. Her thighs closed around his head and she pulled hard enough on his hair for it to hurt, though not in an uncomfortable way. There was something sort of kinky about it that he quite liked.</p><p>When Moira came her legs sprang open and she held Tanner’s head between her legs. He looked up to see the wine in her glass sloshing around as her arms vibrated with pleasure.</p><p>“Excellent work, Tanner,” Moira said when she finally released her grasp on his hair. “There’s a good chance I’ll let you do that again.”</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” he replied from between her legs.</p><p>Moira smiled and finished her wine before placing her glass on the coffee table. “Tomorrow we’ll have to report our relationship to HR. You’ll let me do the talking. Do you understand?” Moira asked.</p><p>Tanner didn’t entirely understand her plan – he couldn’t quite see how the two of them pretending to have a relationship was going to make Mark do something stupid – but it didn’t matter. He was happy to go along with whatever Moira wanted, especially if it meant spending more time between her legs.</p><p>“Yes,” he answered.</p><p>“Good. Now there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me,” Moira said.</p><p>“Anything,” Tanner replied from between her legs.</p><p>“I want you to masturbate tonight and I want you to think about me. In fact, I want you to think about fucking me. I want you to imagine being inside me when you cum. Will you do that for me?” Moira asked.</p><p>Again Tanner couldn’t believe the situation he’d found himself in. All he could do was nod.</p><p>Moira picked up her panties and offered them to Tanner. “Take these,” she said. “Stroke yourself with them. Use them to help you think of me.”</p><p>Tanner took the panties and slipped them into his pocket.</p><p>“You can leave now. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Moira said.</p><p>Tanner wasn’t sure why he expected Moira to invite him to stay longer, but her dismissal felt a little hurtful. He didn’t linger on his knees for long, though. Instead, he stood and revealed the boner making a tent in his pants. It garnered little more than a quick glance from Moira.</p><p>“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tanner said as he pulled out his phone to order a ride home.</p><p>“Make sure you think of me, Tanner. Make sure I’m the center of your fantasy, okay?” Moira asked.</p><p>“I will,” Tanner said. Even if she hadn’t ordered it Moira would have been at the center of his masturbatory fantasy that night. Going down on her had been far too thrilling for that not to be the case.</p><p>Tanner left Moira’s apartment with a smile on his face. He still wasn’t sure about her plan – or the parts she’d shared with him, at least – and why she’d picked him to help carry it out, but Tanner was too caught up in his desire to think about it too much. He just wanted to get home and masturbate while the experience of going down on her was still fresh in his mind. He’d worry about everything else later.</p>