Today I have all of my thoughts were about my tail. No, do not think anything wrong with me, all right: all the essential body parts in place and there is nothing superfluous. And all that I have — personable male causes only positive emotions, and some even admiration. But, unfortunately, my tail was still, and hung even with the winter session — it was not handed over offset on acting, and today was the last opportunity to close it. And I would enjoy it, but I knew that the chances equal to zero. It is possible that I got lucky in the entrance exams and I to the surprise of everyone around, even the last on the list, but was the acting Department. If this didn't happen — no one would perhaps not know about my dream of becoming an actress, but now my possible expulsion just can not hide and I will have to return to our village and to endure the endless sympathetic glances and at the same time evil sneers and whispers behind my back — all the charm of a small town when everybody knows everybody and discuss. So today I came home to the teacher who made a big favor, which once again allowed me to try to take the credit, although he and I perfectly understood the futility of this attempt. It seems that not all dreams come true.
1
When I called at the door of his apartment, then had to wait a bit. I must say that the teacher was quite a well known figure among local Bohemians and way of life led suitable. So I'm not particularly surprised when only five minutes the door opened and I saw him in his dressing gown, unshaven and ragged outer hair. Judging by his sour expression, he wasn't particularly pleased with my arrival, although the appointed date and time. The chance of successfully pass a test of the null directly into the eyes rapidly become negative. I'm already prepared for the fact that he actually now you chase me away and not remembering the appointment, but to my surprise, he stepped back slightly and made an inviting hand gesture.
We went into the part of his apartment, which he called the Cabinet, although it was a little like a Cabinet, more a hybrid of bedrooms, bars and rural libraries: the Central part of the room held a Desk on which stood a half-full bottle of cognac and a plate lay a few already dried limes; the far wall stood unmade bed, and next to it another half-full bottle. The other two walls were fully filled bookshelf and shelves. Books were not just many, but too many of them lying on the windowsill interspersed with long since dried up a bouquet of roses, one or two were lying near the bed, right next to the bottle. And obviously distracting from the entire interior just a huge plasma screen occupies a large part of the last wall that is not occupied by books.
Unfortunately, looking at his unfinished brandy, but had no qualms neither his form nor his office, the teacher sat in a chair, standing near the window and I started it as a lost cause — the test of acting. And we honestly, at least an hour trying to pull from my talents at least a modicum of the skill. Tried different scenes from famous works, but all in vain. Even when I managed to grab the image, according to the law of meanness at the right time, I would forget or confuse the words, that at once was reflected in the disapproving grimaces of the face of the teacher. But most often I hear that ugly phrase "No way!". And all together it even more I pressed on the psyche, were not given focus and remember the words.
My self-esteem has fallen through the floor and, judging by the fact that the teacher is increasingly looked askance at my bottle, I realized that my time is running out and that the miracle did not happen and catch nothing. But at that moment the doorbell rang and when the teacher opened the door, I saw that came Victor, the star of our course and pet of all the teacher. I didn't like him — I do not like guys who are hanging all over girls in a row. And Victor just did, but actually succeed. He was one of those guys about whom they say: "Fucks everything that moves. What does not move — first moves... ". Although the fact that he has acting talent, even I understood.
The teacher was obviously happy that he came and was obviously was going to send me back home, but I managed to beat him and ask for one last chance. He looked doubtfully at me, Vitya suddenly smiled and said: — well, let's now draw the scene from "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" let Vitya'll play along. If you can prove yourself — then I will establish the standings, and if not, then I'm sorry, more attempts will not be — and so you were given more chances than others.
And I realized that he was. I do not like to participate in the love scenes, and here with this Victor, who immediately smiled and is that not only purred like a Tomcat in sweet anticipation. But I was not and I decided they will give their all for this chance.
2
Strictly according to the plot, I'm Victor and I sat on the edge of the bed and we started. At first everything went as expected — the right phrases and replica I pronounced correctly and with the right feelings, probably more from fright than talent. And even when Victor unobtrusively put a hand on my knee and began to caress is not only broke all misenscene, but on the contrary added credibility that once was evident in the appreciative sniff of the teacher. I told you that Viti has talent and real acting flair to things. So I tried not to notice that his strokes the hem of the dress, and so short enough already treacherously rode up, revealing a beautiful view not only on the inner thighs but my panties all the intimate details. The main piquancy of the situation was that I could not pull up the dress or to throw a leg over the other, without destroying at the same time created our image of the situation. I clearly remembered about last chance! And only a faint blush on his cheeks betrayed my shame from happening. But most importantly, the teacher while everyone liked, and more and more — I the corner of my eye I notice how he is rubbing his pleasure of his hands, that was all known good sign. And, not to frighten luck, I casually, even slightly parted her knees, than immediately took advantage of Victor, who immediately moved his hand so that it grabbed me right at my panties and stood waiting. The truth is it does not prevent time to say your line — talent, I told you! But I had forgotten the whole text. Agree that it is difficult to remember when a guy in the eyes of the watching men pinned you for the genitals... the Second go, the pause was too long, I heard a disgruntled snort the teacher, but the right words would not come to mind, though you burst. And to delay the time, I have not invented anything better than to hug the Victor by the neck and drop to his lips in a passionate kiss. It was a surprise to all — and for Viti, and for the teacher and for me. But I guess I guessed correctly, since no "do Not believe!" has not sounded! Not only that, I heard whispered .