Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Natesh sat on one of the hard-backed chairs and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode high up her bare thigh; she could see the Old Man's eyes follow every inch of its journey before he spoke.

"If you were to leave here with a First Class degree, your career path could be as impressive as your famous mother's - probably even more so - but your recent performance makes that unlikely."



His eyes were on her groin for the whole of this speech but it was too important a conversation to take offence; Natesh knew her recent marks had been below her best and had been reconciling herself to gaining only an Upper Second degree.

The Professor's words of confidence were astounding, but he hadn't finished; his eyes moved from her legs to her breasts and back as he continued:

"You still have six pieces of work still to complete. Two of them are already overdue so you will be marked down. I have no doubt that you will excel in the formal examinations so it is essential that you achieve the maximum possible in your remaining assignments."

Natesh needed no help paying attention now; the Old Man's words were the fastest hangover cure she had ever encountered. She crossed and re-crossed her legs awkwardly as his eyes apparently tried to see right through her top and knickers but his words could make her forgive him anything.

"I suggest you apply your considerable talents as a matter of urgency. I would hate to see such ability wasted on a mediocre result followed by a mediocre career. I'm sure your Mother feels the same."

"Of course Professor."

"Professor Ramana will mark your overdue assignments. He is strict so you can expect no more than an Upper Second."



Natesh frowned; Professor Ramana was notoriously mean. She was quite capable of producing First Class submissions in his subject but that would now be pointless. She cursed her laziness silently as Rajarao' eyes scanned her from the flat shoes on her feet, along the full length of her legs, across her tiny skirt then over her breasts to her eyes where they seemed to burn into her flesh.

"Your final four submissions are my responsibility. The first is due next week. I suspect you are behind with this already so, out of respect for your mother I am prepared to grant you an extra week's grace. One week, no longer!"

"Thank you Professor. I will do my best."

"It will take your very best, young lady. This University does not award First Class degrees to any but the very best!"

***

Natesh worked hard over the next few days, spending hours in the library revising and working on her assignments, calculating and recalculating her marks to see how close she could get to the First Class degree she so badly wanted.

As predicted, the two overdue works were marked down by Professor Ramana; not as badly as they might have been but her total mark still looked uncertain.

The exams would improve this but in the end her final degree and with it her career as a lawyer - possibly her entire future happiness - rested on the last four pieces of work she had to produce for Professor Rajarao.



This made her nervous. The man would mark her fairly but would be firm too. His topics had never been her strongest and she was by no means sure of gaining all the marks that she needed. Perhaps an Upper Second was the best she could get.

And then the letter arrived.

It was from University, one of the 'Top Five' law firms, offering her the coveted training place she and all her co-students had dreamed of.

Natesh had never been so excited in her life. There would be thousands of Law Graduates coming out of Universities that summer; only a small proportion of the would find jobs at all. Natesh had not only found a job but had been offered the best job she could have imagined. If she was successful and joined this prestigious firm, her future career was assured.

No doubt her mother's reputation had helped put her in this position but all the same, Natesh was elated.

Then she saw it; those terrible words:

'... conditional on your graduating with a First Class degree..."

Oh shit!

She called her mother immediately. The Great Lady was equally pleased and proud but her response, though perceptive, had still been characteristically acidic.



"If you'd spent more time in the library and less time in bed with your dubious boyfriends you wouldn't be having these worries!"

"Mother!"

Natesh had objected half-heartedly, knowing her mother was right.

"Natesh, we live in a man's world; we women have to deal with that. We have to use all the assets God gave us to best effect."

There was a long pause before my carried on.

"You only get one chance in life  and this is yours. It doesn't get better than ; you can't let this chance slip through your fingers."

"I know but..."

"Now is the time to be brutally focussed. You must do whatever you need to do to get that 'First'. Your whole future depends on it; do whatever you need to do!"

***

Her mother's words ringing in her ears, Natesh had spent the whole of the following night working on her next assignment. When the morning finally came she was exhausted but had produced what she knew was a superb piece of work.

What was more, she had a plan! It wasn't a plan her mother would approve of but, if it worked, she would indeed be 'using her assets to best effect'.



***

During the following morning's tutorial session, the Professor lectured them again on the need for hard work but the impact of his admonitions was reduced because he delivered the entire first half of the speech to Natesh's left breast. In his defence, she had made sure it was displayed remarkably well by an excessively tight vest top and she had neglected to wear a bra.