Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The second half of the speech was delivered to a combination of her well-presented right breast and the tiny white knickers her microscopic skirt and crossed legs made hard to ignore.

When the rest of the group had departed, she approached Rajarao slowly.

"Excuse me, Professor."



"Miss Nabha Natesh?"

She placed an envelope on the table in front of him.

"My next assignment. I wondered whether you had had a chance to look at my last work yet."

Her voice was soft and almost sultry.

"You know I'm not permitted to discuss work before its deadline."

"I know, but I really want to know whether I've reached the right standard - so I can judge my next submissions properly."

He turned to look at the blonde head raised pleadingly, its eyes open wide. She was standing so close he couldn't avoid seeing straight down the front of her top or notice the hard nipples sticking proudly forward.

"Did you like what you saw, Professor?" she asked archly.

The Old Man was clearly wrong-footed.



"Um... your work is excellent but I'm afraid still borderline. If you really want that 'First', you need to gain even more marks on these last pieces."

"Is there still time?" Natesh asked.

"Not normally, but I could return your last submission so you can work on it a little more."

Natesh moved even closer and opened her eyes a little wider.

"I wondered if some extra tuition might improve my marks even more."

Rajarao looked at her blankly.

"I'm not sure I understand you, Miss Nabha Natesh."

"My mother suggested that you might be able to give me some... private tuition."

"Your mother suggested it?"

"Yes. She said you were very helpful."

The Professor seemed very pleased at this compliment.

"Your mother was a remarkable student. I do remember some additional tuition in her final year. Not that it was needed; she had real talent."

Natesh closed her ears to her mother being praised once again.

"And of course so do you but you seem to lack her commitment," he continued.

She took a deep breath. This was the real gamble; this was taking her mother's words very literally.

"I hoped there was some way I could be more certain of getting a First. I know I'm good enough but I thought a little extra... in private... might just guarantee those last few extra marks."



"It comes down to you and your abilities. Private tuition is not part of a Professor's tenure. Some might even think it unethical."

"I appreciate this is a lot to ask so I thought... I mean I wondered whether... whether we could come to an arrangement."

His eyes were still disconcertingly blank.

"An arrangement?"

"I wondered whether...if I helped you in some way... you might be able to... to mark my assignments more generously."

The Professor looked stunned.

"I'm not sure I understand, Miss Nabha Natesh. You would like some extra-curricular tuition from me and in return?"

She took another deep breath, offered a silent prayer and said it!

"In return, I would provide some extra-curricular activities for you."

The Old Man stood still as if frozen to the spot.

"Are you trying to corrupt me, young lady?" he asked, apparently amused. "I should report this conversation to the Master if you are."

Natesh paused for a moment. Had she misread the signs? Perhaps he was just testing her to see how serious she actually was before putting himself in danger by agreeing.

"Goodness no, Professor! But I do know I'm asking a great deal of you. You've really inspired me these last few weeks; I really want to do my best; to repay the faith you have in me. I do have the commitment! I want to get a 'First', I really do! You told me I'm good enough; my work alone should show that but..."

"But?"

"But I want to be... certain!"



She looked him straight in the eye and spoke so clearly and precisely that only an imbecile could mistake her meaning.

"There's nothing - nothing I wouldn't do to get that 'first'!"

Their eyes were locked together for what felt like an age before there was a loud knock on the door.

"Come!" called the Professor after a long pause.

The door opened and four young, pale teenagers filed in. Natesh rose nervously to her feet, unsure where the situation had reached. Had he understood? Was he interested? Or had she just destroyed her degree and career for nothing?

"I think - to avoid misunderstandings - it would be best if you put your proposal in writing, Miss Nabha Natesh," he eventually said.

Natesh breathed a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't expelled her straight away.

"Should I send an email?" she asked. He laughed and looked at the new arrivals.

"I think a letter would be better, don't you? I find handwriting much more personal. And proposals in a person's own hand are much easier to understand. And perhaps accept."

Natesh felt a mixture of relief, fear and anxiety wash over her as she walked slowly from the room.

***

It was nearly midnight when she leaned back in her chair and pushed the pen away. The letter had taken over an hour to write but was finally finished.

Like most students, Natesh always typed her assignments so it had taken some time . She had chosen the fountain pen which her mother had given her for her eighteenth birthday in the belief that the Old Man would appreciate it more.



Was she crazy? Had she gone out of her mind? Surely with her talents just a little extra tuition would be enough to gain her the degree she deserved?

She looked again at the letter from University; at the paragraph offering her dream placement. It offered her the brightest future she could imagine - if and only if she graduated with the First Class honours degree she had told them she expected.

Natesh knew she couldn't take the chance. However distasteful, she could and would go through with it.

The letter she had written was rather more direct than her conversation had been to make sure there could be no misunderstandings. Once she had handed it over there would be no turning back.

She looked at the University's letter again. She had to succeed; there was no other choice!

Besides, how bad could it be? she was a virgin; not as if she hadn't slept with any partners in the past. He was an old man for!



Natesh carefully folded the letter, sealed it and addressed it neatly. She would slip it into the Professor's pigeon hole tomorrow. Meanwhile there were those remaining assignments to get on with.

She made herself another mug of strong coffee and began to type.

***

"There are only a handful of tutorials left before your examinations so I expect you to take maximum advantage of what little time is left..."

Natesh tried desperately to concentrate as the Professor drew the session to a close. It was Friday, three days since she had posted her letter; so far there had been no response and she was anxious. Had she misinterpreted his interest? If he was outraged he showed no sign of it.

There was a knock on the door as the next tutorial group arrived and the Professor began to dismiss them but as Natesh approached the door he stopped her.

"Miss Nabha Natesh?"

Her heart missed a beat.

"Yes Professor?" she turned slowly to find his eyes firmly fixed on her breasts.



"Thank you for your... proposal. I have decided... to accept it."

She felt her tummy churn. Was it relief? Or fear?

"Thank you, Professor," she replied, her voice weak with nerves.