Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The one thing they never tell you in college is that having a master's in liberal arts is pretty much meaningless unless you want to teach. I finished everything early, and sat with a couple of master's degrees in my mid twenties, and no job. So, in order to pay the bills, I took up a position as a temporary professor of Political Science at a city college for the mass media students. I knew my subject meant little to nothing to these kids, as it was a basic introductory course that taught you a little more than what you knew in high college.


While teaching, I had a particularly tough student whom I'll call Ritika Singh. Tall and Chubby, (around 5'9) she was  hot as a model and knew it. She had soft, curly brown hair, with a pleasant face but the lips that you really wanted to kiss or see wrapped around your cock. Her teasing eyes were another thing altogether, along with her long, sexy neck, big, firm soft tits, incredibly small waist as well as her cute butt and seemingly never ending legs. She often treated class like a cafe and anyone teaching it like a very loud sound system. She flirted with almost every decent boy in sight, and had many of them wrapped around her little finger. It was mildly annoying to teach this little bitch while she played with her phone or slept in class, so I decided to ignore her.



Her finals had two parts, written papers as well as a typed assignment on a political issue. Obviously, her grasp on the subject was minimal, and her assignment simply stolen word for word from a student from the previous year. She had failed, and I decided to rub her face in it. I found her lounging around on the campus, almost like she was in a bar, sitting in some boy's lap. I asked her to come up and see me at the end of the day in my class and went about the day.

She showed up by evening being her usual flirty self. She wore light make up, as well as a simple purple sweater top that showed a deep cleavage and an exceedingly short white skirt that hugged her thighs and butt, yet ended well above her knees.



"Hi. You called me?" she said, as if I'd called her to pick up her mail.

"Yes, Ms.Ritika. Do come in and have a seat. I have some news for you."

"Tell me." She said, sitting on one of the desks, crossing her long, shapely legs.

"Tell me 'sir', you mean?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"That skirt is definitely not appropriate for college."

"Why, don't you like it?" she asked with a flirty tone, running her hand down her thigh.



"My life is too short to give a damn about your skirt, but it is against the dress code here. What I really don't like however are your marks. I'd told you before, that if you don't pull up your socks, you won't pass this year. I'm here to tell you that you're not going to pass this year and have to repeat it."

Suddenly, I'd gotten her attention. Straightening up, the teasing went out of her eyes. She stared at me with a little bit of fear in her eyes. This was obvious. I stand at around 6'3, so I bore down on her. Moreover, thanks to my Persian ancestry and a lifetime of martial arts, I had a decent physique, with broad shoulders and fair but tanned skin. Also, I didn't look like a professor- dressed in Jeans and a dark shirt with rolled up shirtsleeves I looked more like a guy going into a bar fight than a teacher.



"Sir, I need to pass. If I don't pass I won't be able to keep my internship... I really need that job."

"Well then, you certainly don't deserve it."

"What's your problem with me, dude?"

"Where do I begin? Should I mention your complete disregard for rules and regulations in class or your inability to maintain decorum? Or should I simply read some of the brilliant ideas you expressed in your paper? Your paper either made me laugh or wonder how you made it into college in the first place."

"Sir, my assignment..."

"Oh yeah, your assignment, that was just lovely. Did you simply borrow your senior's stuff? Because I know that I read the same assignment, word for word last year. Either way, you failed that one too, so you're not going to pass."

"Well, please sir." She began to plead, "I am really sorry. Please don't fail me. I'll work harder next year. I'll even like, do the assignment again if you like."

"Too late for that. Now get out."

"Please sir, I'm sure there's something that I can do to make you see things my way." She said, now bending slightly forward, holding her arms together, making her cleavage visible. She suddenly had the flirty look back in her eyes.



"I really need this job, you know. I really need the money, and well, I'm sorry I behaved that way in class. I will do anything absolutely anything to convince you to give me a second chance."