<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=servant%20to%20her%20ambitions">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="97259828" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Does this feel good?” Tanner asked as he looked up at Moira.</p><p>She had a glass of wine in one hand and an iPad in the other. For a few seconds her eyes remained on the tablet screen, as if she hadn’t heard his question. When she finally dragged her attention away from the article she was reading, Moira smiled and said, “It does. It doesn’t feel as good as it could, but that’s why you’re down there. You need to get better at eating pussy if you’re going to spend time between my legs.”</p><p>“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but why am I spending time between your legs if our relationship is fake?” Tanner asked. “I mean, can’t we just act like we’re dating? Won’t that be enough to get Mark to believe…well, whatever you need him to believe so you can get him fired?”</p><p>Moira put her iPad on the couch and reached down to caress Tanner’s face. Her skin was warm and impossibly soft-feeling and he couldn’t help but smile. Their relationship was fake, but Moira was impossibly beautiful and Tanner couldn’t help but enjoy the rare moments when she touched him in an affectionate manner.</p><p>“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” Moira asked.</p><p>“It does,” Tanner said.</p><p>“It’s a small thing, but when I touch you like that it actually helps deepen our relationship. It helps you generate warm feelings towards me. It makes you more likely to smile at me when we see each other in the office. It makes you more likely to want me to touch you again, to crave it, in fact,” Moira explained. “That sort of thing is going to be important if we’re going to be believable as a couple. Remember, this isn’t going to work if we can’t make Mark genuinely jealous.”</p><p>“I get that,” Tanner said. “I just don’t understand why I’m going down on you. Why aren’t we snuggled up on the couch and watching a movie together? Why can’t I spend the night so you can fall asleep in my arms? Why don’t we go to the park and spend an hour walking and holding hands? Why can’t we make out? It seems like there are easier ways to build the sort of intimacy you’re talking about.”</p><p>Moira looked genuinely disgusted, like Tanner had suggested they jump into a dumpster and dig through garbage as a way to deepen their bond.</p><p>“First, I’m not that kind of woman. None of the things you mentioned appeal to me. I have quite literally never been that kind of woman. I don’t like falling asleep in a man’s arms. I don’t like cuddling up on the couch. I don’t really even like watching movies. I can’t imagine anything worse than spending an hour in the park. That’s not what I want out of life, Tanner,” Moira said.</p><p>Those were all the things Tanner had enjoyed about previous relationships, though he couldn’t help but note that none of those relationships had survived, so perhaps his approach wasn’t as strong as it could have been.</p><p>“There’s something else you’re forgetting,” Moira said.</p><p>“What’s that?” Tanner asked.</p><p>“Even if I was into all of those things you mentioned, I wouldn’t be into doing them with you, Tanner,” Moira answered. “I’m not attracted to you. I don’t see you and think that I’d love to be naked with you. I don’t think that I’d love to kiss you, or feel your hands on my body. I don’t think that I’d love to have your cock inside me, so even if I wanted to fall asleep in a man’s arms, you’re the last man I’d pick.”</p><p>Tanner’s shoulders slumped as Moira’s words hit him like a slap in the face. She wasn’t the kind of girl he usually dated, and yet he couldn’t help but feel a deep kind of attraction to her. Despite knowing that their relationship, such as it was, was entirely fake, Tanner still came to her apartment when she beckoned him. He still did as she desired. It’s why he was on his knees between her legs. It’s why he’d spent the previous fifteen minutes licking her pussy.</p><p>“Don’t look at me like that,” Moira said. “I was perfectly clear we wouldn’t have a real relationship, Tanner. The fact that you seem to have deluded yourself into thinking we’re going to be anything like a real couple is not my problem. Let me make this clear, though: I will never fuck you. I will never go down on you. I will never go on a date in the park with you. I will never hold your hand for an hour. I will never fall asleep in your arms. I will never cuddle up on the couch with you. Do you understand that?”</p><p>Tanner nodded. “Yes, I understand.”</p><p>“You’re not enough of a man,” Moira sneered. She grabbed a handful of Tanner’s hair and pulled him back between her legs. “Which means you need to eat my fucking pussy and make me cum. You need to make me feel good so when I see you at work tomorrow I’ll think of how you ate my pussy like a good little bitch and got me off. Do you understand?”</p><p>Tanner was too busy eating her pussy to answer the question, but her message was loud and clear. He wasn’t man enough for her. Moira wasn’t attracted to him. They would never have a real relationship. She didn’t even really want him going down on her. She was just having him do it so she’d have some positive association with him when they saw each other at work.</p><p>Despite the relative cruelty of her message, Tanner was turned on, and turned on to the point of being erect. Almost painfully erect.</p><p>“Eat that pussy,” Moira said as she tightened her grip on his hair. “Eat that fucking pussy, bitch boy.”</p><p>Tanner moaned. He found it oddly thrilling to be talked to like that, but it was Moira’s obvious arousal that thrilled him more than anything. She was getting off on talking to him like that. She liked calling him a bitch. Tanner was absolutely certain of it.</p><p>Moira pulled back on Tanner’s hair and looked down at him. “Are you hard?”</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“You’re even more pathetic than I thought you were. I just told you there’s no chance you’re going to fuck me or feel my mouth on your cock and you’re fucking hard?” Moira said.</p><p>Tanner saw the wild lust in her eyes. He’d never met a woman that found even the slightest bit of pleasure in anything remotely kinky, but it seemed that Moira was most definitely an exception to that rule.</p><p>“Get back to work. Eat my fucking pussy. Make me cum, you worthless little bitch,” Moira said.</p><p>She pulled Tanner back between her legs and he went to work on her pussy. He licked and sucked on her clit and Moira’s moans filled her apartment. He looked up to see her eyes were closed and she had a look of genuine pleasure on her face. Tanner doubled his efforts and it wasn’t long before Moira climaxed. She screamed, held his head between her legs for a few moments, and then pushed him away from her pussy. Tanner watched her face contort as the obvious pleasure of her orgasm moved through her body.</p><p>“Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face,” Moira said when she opened her eyes. “Don’t pretend that you did anything special. I could have cum just as fast using my finger.”</p><p>“Of course,” Tanner said as he did his best to wipe the grin off his face. He couldn’t quite help the sense of joy and wonder he felt. It was all a little confusing, but it seemed like Moira was a more complicated woman than he’d imagined. Tanner couldn’t help but want to get to know her a little better, even if it meant getting yelled at a great deal more.</p><p>“I want you to jerk off to me tonight,” Moira said. “I want you to think about me when you do. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Of course,” Tanner said.</p><p>“Take my panties with you,” Moira instructed. “Use them when you masturbate. Sniff them. Rub them on your cock. Use them to remind you of me. I’ll never fuck you, but if you jerk off with my panties at least you it can feel like some part of me is with you.”</p><p>Tanner picked up the black lace panties he’d stripped off of Moira half an hour ago. He ran his fingers over the impossibly soft material and studied the delicate design.</p><p>“Sniff them,” she said.</p><p>Tanner held the panties under his nose and inhaled deeply. He detected a hint of Moira’s perfume and the distinct scent of her pussy, which he’d just become intimately familiar with while worshiping her.</p><p>“Leave,” Moira said. “Now.”</p><p>Tanner stood, put his shoes on, tucked her panties into his pocket, and headed towards the door. “Thank you for letting me go down on you,” he said. “I really enjoyed making you cum.”</p><p>“Goodbye, Tanner,” Moira replied.</p><p>Tanner left her apartment and ordered an Uber as he rode the elevator to the lobby. He waited at the curb with a smile on his face and a hand in his pocket. He ran his fingers over the delicate lace of her panties and kept himself in a state of low level arousal by thinking of the scent of her pussy and the delight of worshiping her until she climaxed all over his tongue.</p><p>Tanner received a text from Moira a few minutes into the ride: “Smell my panties again. Right now.”</p><p>“I’m the Uber,” he texted back.</p><p>“I know. Take my panties out of your pocket and sniff them. Do as you’re told, Tanner,” she replied.</p><p>Tanner reached into his pocket and pulled the panties out. He ran his fingers over the material and glanced at the driver, who happened to be a woman. It shouldn’t have made a difference, but sniffing panties in front of a woman was so much more humiliating.</p><p>“Did you do it yet?” Moira texted. “Don’t disappoint me, Tanner. Sniff my panties. Smell my pussy on them. Smell the pussy you just worshiped like a little bitch.”</p><p>Tanner lifted Moira’s panties to his nose. He inhaled deeply. The driver glanced in her rearview mirror. It was dark so it was possible she didn’t see Tanner breathing in the scent of a woman’s panties, but he couldn’t be sure. Tanner expected he’d feel pure humiliation, but instead he experienced exhilaration. He felt a strangely wonderful surge of pleasure between his legs and his cock reached a half-erect state without the slightest bit of direct stimulation.</p><p>“I did it,” he texted to Moira. “Why did I enjoy it so much?”</p><p>“Because you’re a little bitch,” Moira replied. “A little bitch I’m going to have some fun with. Text me when you get home.”</p><p>He hadn’t been instructed to do so, but Tanner inhaled the scent of Moira’s panties twice more on the ride home. Each time the driver looked in her rearview mirror and quickly looked away.</p><p>“Thank you,” Tanner said when she dropped him off.</p><p>“Have a good night, panty boy,” the girl said.</p><p>Tanner shut the door and stood on the street for a few moments as he felt another wave of unexpected arousal. He wondered what the girl thought of him as she drove away. For some reason, he liked the idea that she thought he was some sort of panty-loving deviant.</p><p>Tanner headed into his building and up to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside he pulled out his phone and texted Moira to let her know he was home. His phone rang. She was calling.</p><p>“Hello?” Tanner said.</p><p>“Put me on speaker and then go to your bedroom and strip,” Moira demanded.</p><p>Tanner tapped the speaker button and practically ran to his bedroom.</p><p>“Now strip,” Moira said.</p><p>He put the phone and her panties on the bed and stripped. “Okay, I’m naked,” he said.</p><p>“Good. Now pick up my panties, wrap them around your cock, and stroke yourself until you’re nice and hard,” Moira instructed.</p><p>Tanner was already half hard so it didn’t take long to get all the way there. Moira’s panties felt incredibly soft and sexy against his cock and he couldn’t stop thinking about how good they’d looked on her and how part of them had rested against the perfect pink folds of her pussy all day long.</p><p>“I’m hard,” Tanner said.</p><p>“Good, now think about me, Tanner,” Moira instructed. “But don’t think about me as you’ve experienced me. Instead, think about me on top of you. Think about sitting on my couch without any clothes on. Think about me straddling you. Think about me taking your cock into my pussy.”</p><p>Tanner moaned as he stroked his cock with Moira’s panties. His fingers had been in her pussy along with his tongue. He knew what it felt like. It wasn’t hard to imagine how it would feel to fuck her.</p><p>Moira’s voice was impossibly lusty as she continued. “Think about how wet and tight my pussy would feel around your cock, Tanner. Think about my tits bouncing in your face as I rode you. Think about kissing, licking, and sucking on them. Think about me moaning for you.”</p><p>Moira moaned loudly as Tanner pictured everything she was describing.</p><p>“You’re close, aren’t you?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Tanner said. “I’m close. I’m so close.”</p><p>Moira voice was harsh as she said, “Forget that little fantasy, Tanner. You’ll never deserve to feel my pussy. Jerking off with my panties is as close as you’ll ever get. You’re not worthy of me. You’re not worthy of my pussy. You’re not worthy of that pleasure.”</p><p>Tanner groaned. “Fuck…Moira.”</p><p>“Cum in my panties, Tanner. You deserve that. It’s as close as you’ll ever get to cumming in my pussy. Unload in my panties. Do it. Do it now,” she demanded.</p><p>Tanner wrapped her panties around the head of his cock and unloaded. He cried out and put a hand on the bed to maintain his balance. He heard Moira unleash a delighted laugh.</p><p>“Thank you,” Tanner said as the vestigial pleasures of the orgasm worked their way through his loins.</p><p>“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Moira said. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Tanner. Remember, we have an appointment with HR first thing in the morning. We’re officially becoming a couple.”</p><p>She hung up before Tanner could say anything. He stood up and headed to the bathroom. Her panties were a cummy mess and Tanner grabbed a handful of toilet paper to try and scoop some of it out. He cleaned his cock, emptied his bladder, and took Moira’s panties with him as he headed to bed. He put the panties on the nightstand, put on his underwear, and crawled into bed.</p><p>Tanner stared at the ceiling and considered his evening as he waited for sleep to come. He’d never been so confused about a woman. Moira seemed to enjoy having him go down on her and she actually seemed to enjoy verbally berating him, but she kept insisting she wasn’t attracted to him and that he would never, under any circumstances, enjoy much in the way of physical pleasure with him.</p><p>She had, however, given him an orgasm, even if it had been in a secondhand kind of way. He couldn’t tell if she was simply serving her needs or if she had some understanding of Tanner’s needs that even he couldn’t comprehend. The upside was that he’d just enjoyed a great orgasm and that tomorrow he’d officially have a girlfriend, even if it was a strange, semi-fake relationship. If that kind of relationship meant more nights like the one Tanner had just experienced, he was on board.</p>