My company has a program where interns from around the world come in, to work and get exposure. I love the program: It's the perfect opportunity for me to get acquainted with hot girls.
I learned from the grapevine that a new contingent of interns from Germany had just arrived. I scoured the intranet for more news. I found the announcement - three guys and two girls, and the site had a short intro on each of them.
One of the girls was a bombshell. Blonde, blued eyed and freckled. Her name was Janina, she was from the University of Erlangen, and here for a few months to work in R&D.
I went to work fast, before the hordes of other thirsty Indians tried the same thing. Finding her on the company chat, I reached out, welcoming her to India. She was thankful, and we had a good chat about various things. I invited her to a cup of coffee at the campus cafe, and promised her the inside scoop on how our company worked, which would be useful for her.
She agreed.
Janina's picture on the intranet did her no justice. She wasn't just hot - she was radioactive. Dressed in a floral summer dress that hugged her body, she waved and flashed a smile that nearly blinded me. I waved back, fleetingly wondering if I would burst into spontaneous lust if she came any closer.
Thankfully I didn't. Janina's lustrous blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight for a moment before she ducked into the shade of the umbrella over the table and sat beside me. Good god, she was smoking hot. She was petite, perhaps just 5 feet, but she rocked an hourglass figure underneath that dress. Her pale skin was peppered with freckles, her ice-blue eyes looked like they were glowing. Her eyelashes were dark and smoky, and added to the sexy allure. "Hi Raghu! Nice to meet you," she greeted cheerily, her plump pink lips parting to show perfectly white teeth, while she extended her hand. I held her hand, and barely managed a "Hi Janina."
We chatted over coffee - Janina was from Erlangen, and this was her first time living in another country. She only had a few months, and she was so excited to be here. "I've heard so much about India, and I want to see everything! I hope I have enough time to go and explore, after my work," Janina said.
"You've come to the right person, then," I said. "I know this place like the back of my hand, and I can show you places most tourists - heck, most locals don't even know."
I put on my charm offensive, and convinced her to join me for trips to the "authentic places" - words that every foreigner in India falls for. Janina happily agreed.
Over the next few days, I took her out to the city on my trusty Bullet, introducing her to local street food in obscure places. Janina enjoyed Indian food - even if it was a bit too spicy to her liking - and I made sure she ate with her hands. One afternoon at a famous Masala Dosa street stall, she made a proper mess, her hands dripping with sambhar all the way down to her elbows. I teased her and took pictures, and told her she was a proper Indian now. Janina grinned through sambhar stained teeth.
On Saturday, I texted her to leave her hostel (which was in the company campus) and meet me outside the gate. "We're going somewhere special", I added.
Janina arrived at the gate, looking fine as ever in a dress that accentuated her curves. "Hop on," I said, and she complied. "What is this special surprise?" Janina asked, intensely curious.
"You'll see."
I took her to Madan's Pub, a loud local drinking joint. It wasn't fancy, it was loud and crowded, and not exactly a place I would bring a white girl to. But this day was special. This day was a cricket match, and the Home Team was playing.
Madan's had a massive projector screen inside, where they were playing the cricket match. The pub crowd were screaming, booing, cheering, yelling at every second of the match. It was a carnival inside.
"Woah," was Janina's response. "It's like a football bar back in Germany."
"Oh it's better," I said, and led her to our corner of the bar, where we had just enough space for two stools. "Are you a beer person?", I asked, almost rhetorically.
"Pfft, I'm German. Of course I am!" Janina retorted, over the din of the pub.
"Well you're going to have to try some strong Indian stuff," I winked, and ordered a couple Knockouts.
"Ugh, this tastes terrible!" Janina grimaced, as she took a swig of Knockout. "Tasty beer is for wimps," I grinned, "this is for getting the job done!"
Even though Janina didn't know anything about cricket, she picked it up quickly as she asked questions about what the players were doing. In a short while, she too was cheering for the Home Team.
As the evening wore on, the beer bottles piled on: we drank and yelled along with the rest of the crowd. Unfortunately the Home Team lost, and the entire pub shook with rage and anguish.
By the time we stumbled out, it was 1 AM. Janina was swaying, still cross that the Home Team (which she'd just learned about a few hours ago) had lost. "If only the skinny batsman guy swung a four," she explained as though she were an expert.
I saw policemen on the other side of the road, and I knew we had to make a fast exit. "Shit Janina, the cops are here, we gotta go!" I said, jumping onto my bike.
"What's the problem? What do the cops want?" Janina said, taking her sweet time getting on the bike behind him. Too late: a cop noticed us, and was ambling over.
"We're drunk, and we're on a bike. Cops like that. And the money they're gonna take from us."
