Suresh was a spoiled man-child. At the age of 38, he still mooched off of his daddy's money, which he blew on cars, booze, drugs and girls. His father was an entrepreneur and philanthropist, well respected in Bangalore, and who had a number of businesses and charitable institutions running in the city. Suresh had no interest in following his father's footsteps or helping him out, much preferring the hedonistic lifestyle he indulged in far too frequently.
Except for the NGO, which ran a school for orphans. Suresh took a special interest in this enterprise, not because of some altruistic calling, but because the school attracted volunteers from around the world.
Natalia was one such volunteer, and Suresh had the hots for her. From Brazil, Natalia fit the stereotype of a Brazilian chica to a tee - she was gorgeous, with frosted blonde hair, doe-like brown eyes, full lips, and a killer body. Her bronzed skin was smooth, with tan lines that peeked through her dress. She had the finest breasts Suresh had ever seen on a woman, and a generous round ass. She dressed modestly (she worked in a school after all, and in India no less), but her assets were hard to cover.
Suresh, much to his dad's surprise, insisted on working at the school. He took up the role of supervisor, and simply by virtue of being the son of the famous Ram Shetty, he became the unofficial boss of all the staff. For all the enthusiasm he showed to his father, Suresh did fuckall at the school. His responsibilities were conveniently delegated to his underlings, while he took every opportunity to "work" with Natalia.
He flirted outrageously with her, but Natalia wasn't biting. She was here to get credits for social work, before she enrolled in university back home in Brazil. All of 19 years old, she had a hard time rebuffing Suresh's advances, but thankfully she worked around children most of the time, and her "boss" wasn't brazen enough to accost her in front of the kids.
Suresh was frustrated. Here was a piece of fine Brazilian meat ready for the taking, and he wasn't getting any. Unlike the other whores he simply had to throw money at, this one needed work. Suresh needed a plan.
"Well done, team! You all did a fantastic job!" Suresh declared one fine day, for no reason at all. "As a token of my gratitude, I'd like to treat you all to dinner and drinks! At the Melano!"
The staff, who weren't big fans of Suresh and his leadership, were still excited at the prospect of fancy dinner and free booze at one of the nicest restaurants in town. Some politely refused, and Natalia was one of them. Suresh needed to get them on board.
"In fact," Suresh continued, lying off the cuff, "Mr. Ram Shetty will be there to thank you all!"
The reluctant few changed their minds. Everyone had immense respect for Ram Shetty. They simply couldn't refuse. Neither did Natalia. Suresh mentally patted himself on the back.
He arranged for transport for the staff to get to Melano, and insisted that Natalia join him in his car. She was reluctant, but acquiesced. Sitting in the backseat, Suresh was on his best behavior as his chauffeur drove them to the restaurant. He asked questions about Natalia's education, and feigned interest in what she had to say. Rather disarmed by Suresh's uncharacteristic politeness, Natalia explained social credits to him, a certificate of humanitarian work done that would boost her chances of getting into the university of her choice.
"Don't worry," Suresh said, "I'll make sure you get the best social credit. And a letter of recommendation too!"
"Thank you," Natalia replied, in her thick Brazilian accent, grateful, and surprised at his generosity.
Suresh spared no expense at the restaurant. He asked for the finest of dining, and the booze flowed freely. The staff were in high spirits. He insisted that Natalia try some of the fine wine, and made sure her glass was full. Buoyed by the good vibes, Natalia enjoyed her food and drink, chattering away merrily with her co-workers. Suresh kept the bottles coming, and the wine flowing.
"Where's Mr Shetty?" Natalia asked an hour later, her voice betraying a hint of inebriation. "Oh, he'll be here soon enough. Busy night, you see," Suresh smoothly lied, topping up her glass. The table was loud and boisterous, and everyone was having a grand time.
"Who's up for tequila?" Suresh piped up, a while later. Cheers erupted around the table. He order a few bottles, and after the waiter had gone around and poured out shots for everyone, Suresh raised his shot glass. "Cheers everyone, to all the good work!" More howls erupted, and the shots went down everyone's throats.
Natalia gagged, as she downed the shot. "Oh god, I don't like this!", She croaked. "You'll get used to it," Suresh chuckled, and poured another round of shots. "Let's do another. This one is special."
Natalia wasn't keen, but Suresh coerced her into taking the shot glass. "I'll make sure you get your social credits, and get you to the best university in Brazil!"
