My first two weekends to Batam

[mongerx]

This was written for those with less knowledge of Batam than the typical reader on this forum; but I thought you might enjoy reading it anyway.
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I finally took the plunge and visited the vice den of Nagoya on the island Batam Indonesia, and it was so good and convenient that I went back again the following weekend.

In order to avoid wasting time, let me point out several useful free websites that can give you basics and background on travel information and basic descriptions of how the scene works.

www.bataminfo.com – an excellent introduction and overview oriented to the western male.
www.batamforum.com – an affiliated discussion board which has light traffic but you can generally get quality quick responses to reasonable questions.
www.s-asia.net – a website that has a mixed but Asian slanted orientation on the Batam scene. However, this website has an excellent map showing the locations of the various karaoke booking places and reviews/descriptions of these venues. This cost less than $2 US. But the information was extremely helpful.
forum.sammyboy.com – A Singapore centric discussion board that has some very good trip reports and current information. However, I find the organization and here is difficult and patience and time is needed to extract worthwhile information.
www.nedbatam.com – This a website with some information on the Nagoya Entertainment District which is a street that is the home to some western expat oriented bars, pubs, and restaurants.

A couple of extra observations regarding traveling issues I find not emphasized enough in the above references.

- If you are from most western countries you will have to get a Visa on arrival upon arrival at the ferry terminal in Batam. For this you will need $10US for a three day visa, or $25 US for a 30 day visa (no re-entry though). I didn’t verify this but it looked like the visa booth only to US currency and there is no money changer before you clear immigration. Make sure you get this money in Singapore before you leave. Don’t worry there are many money changers in the World Trade Center (the ferry terminal.) Also, you will need Sin $3 to pay some exit fees when you leave Batam. I found it a minor hassle having to manage three different currencies.

- Always make sure you negotiate any taxi before entering the taxi. (Except at hotels where the price is fixed). Any ride around Nagoya should be 10K rupiah, except late at night when leaving discos and nightclubs. Taxis can and will hold out of 20K rupiah

- If you are going to book from the Karaoke/Massage parlor joints, then be forewarned you will pay at least 60K rupiah more than if you don’t come with a taxi. On a matter of principle I learned to have a taxi drop me off at a convenient hotel or other location near a cluster of joints and then visit them on foot. The principle here is that I can’t stand the fact the taxi does a minimal amount of work for 30-45 minutes and gets 60-70K which is almost as much as the girl (90K) receives and she is the one who has to work hard entertaining me and get at least two nuts out me over a 12-16 hour period. Also, the taxi has a negative impact on my experience as they will apply unpleasant pressure for you to choose a girl and to choose one quickly. Fuck that. I want to take my time and have a drink and get to know a girl a little before I make my decision. Why should I pay more to have a worse experience? So do a little homework and don’t be so lazy and screw those bastards. Also, note when you book the girl ask for a price quote and then so firmly (not loudly) “no taxi” and rejoice in seeing your price go down dramatically.

Trip One (23-25/04/04)

Friday

When I saw that Bruce (from TSM) was in Singapore, I shot him off an e-mail offering to show him around town. He replied that he was actually going to Batam and that I should come over and check the place out with him. Well I have been wanting to check Batam out and so I said agreed to go over a few days after Bruce. Bruce also suggested I get in touch with bushranger ([email protected]) and he could help me get a hotel. Well I got hooked up at the 4* Melia Panorama (http://www.meliapanorama.solmelia.com/) for an outstanding rate of Sin $80 per night. My room was quite big and comfortable with a gigantic king size bed. Could of opened a small beer bar on the bed and it was sufficiently firm.

By the time I arrived into the hotel and made contact with Bruce it was around 5 PM, and Bruce offered to take me on a walking tour of the center of town. Well hit several places and I learned an important lesson. Generally, the girls are on break (and sometimes the place even closes) between five and seven PM. So we worked our way over to the Lucky Plaza and Center Point Shopping Centers. I quickly (well not quick enough) learned that Indonesian girls are some of the most flirty and approachable in the world. I was taken aback at all consistent eye contact you get and how easy it is to just start a conversation with girls. In the malls there is a range from pro freelancer to virgin factory worker and clearly plenty of lookers. Bruce spotted and then successfully chatted up an absolutely stunner who was with rather personable but quite less stunning older sister. They worked in a Wartel (a glorified telephone booth.) With some persistence on Bruce’s part, soon the girls were joining us as went to join a group of local expats for dinner at an outdoor food center. At dinner, the ugly older sister and I flirted a little by playing grab leg under the table and exchanging H/P numbers. I was holding up my duties of being the stand-in for the double date, but this isn’t how I was going to loose my Batam Cherry. So Bruce and I put the girls on some ojeks (motorcycle taxis) and we started off on a tour of some Karaoke/Massage parlor booking places with the expats.

Well after having being up early in the morning and suspecting that the girls would have been well picked over. I decided to book the first acceptable looking girl who seemed to have a warm demeanor. After two or three joints, I found the smiling IKA at Dynasty 99. She is 28 and had a nice smile and looked pretty good in her jeans. (Note the girls wear casual non-seductive clothes while waiting to be booked.) Ika was a complaint sweetie but nothing special, but nothing to complain about either. Booking fee was 230K and I tipped her 50K in the morning.

[mongerx]

Saturday

On Saturday I head out with Bruce looking to check out some of the some of massage parlors for a short time romp Well we went into one place and there was a girl working real hard to get my attention and was displaying a good attitude. I selected her with out calling her out to have a conversation. I paid my 120K and hit the short time room. The room was pretty nasty and hot. The clothes came off and I suffer some buyer’s remorse. The short time room had a vinyl mattress that couldn’t hold the sheet in place and it felt like fucking on the back seat from Chevy Vega. Anyway the girl did have a good attitude, gave a somewhat relaxing massage, and certainly worked hard to get me to nut. I vowed that future short times would be back in my hotel room and I would also choose more carefully.

Afterwards I wandered off by myself and cruised over to PP bananas, the only go go style bar in town. Anyway I had a great time partying down with two girls and got my fingers wet and stinky. This was definitely a fun way to spend two hours. I was tempted to book out the two girls but I was determined to hit some of the night time disco and freelancer scene. The booking fee at PP bananas is 300K.

So next I wander over to Lucky plaza to see if I can chat up some amateur girls. I quickly strike up a conversation and start flirting with a girl named Irene who works at a local golf resort giving facials, massages, and etc.. We do a little shopping together and invite her for something to eat. She had already eaten but gladly accompanied me and took me to an outside Pasajeras where I had some very good and cheap seafood. Anyway she was kinda cute and showing some curves, and clearly indicated that she wanted to spend all the time she possibly could with me. Soon she was feeling me up and massaging me in a special place! However, I would not be deterred from going to disco. So after dinner, we grabbed a taxi and on the way over to my hotel we start making out pretty heavily. But at the hotel I sent her on her way as I didn’t think getting this one out of the hotel after some short time would be possible. I was still tempted to take this bird in the hand who promised a pampering experience of skillful massage, facials, and love making all in the effort to demonstrate that she would be the perfect girlfriend for me. No damn it! I am on a mission to go to a disco. Anyway, I got her number and will probably explore this option at some point.

After a short nap and freshening up, I decide to hit the expat oriented pubs in the NED. Yikes, I hadn’t seen too many old ugly pros in Batam up until this point. Well now I know where they are hiding. Plenty of western clientele, yes. Plenty of doable chicks, NO! Next I went to check out the Tavern pub in the Melia which I heard has a good band and some available ladies. The band was surprisingly good, the drinks surprisingly inexpensive, and certainly some live prospects. A fair number of available girls, but there was some problems. Most of the hotties were spoken for, and the layout wasn’t that conducive to mingling, and of course some chain smoking undesirable decided that I could live without her. Actually I think you could have a great time dancing and partying with the free lancers here and I will try it out again. Also, there some slightly more elegant dressed and it classier gal here.

By now it was midnight, and I was ready to experience the infamous Indonesian disco scene and I grad a taxi over to the newest disco Pacific Disco. This is a disco that is inside a still under construction hotel. Nothing could prepare me for what I experienced when I enter. Reports of 5000 smoking maniacs dancing under the influence of ecstasy surely must be exaggerations.

I enter into a cavernous hall that is about four or five stories high, its dark, and it’s packed with 5000 smoking Xing maniacs. Yes it was a big Saturday night out and I think everyone between 18 and 28 is in the Pacific Disco ready to party. And there are tons of hot girls anxious to hook up with this Uncle Whitey. I start getting some dirty dancing from two spinners, buy them some drinks. All is good with the world until they counter my 200K rupiah offer with firm non-negotiable offer of Sin $100 each. I wish them luck and move on.

So I start bopping around in the crowd and I am getting constantly poked, squeezed, and caressed by a variety of women. Eventually I run into a rather happy gal who sells hello, and then shoves her tall lean sexy friend into me. “She wants to meet you.” Well I am happy to meet Ida myself. So we join the other girl’s boyfriend at the bar and do some dancing. It’s very loud so I drag Ida out to the lobby area to negotiate. She says 400, I counter 300. We are off to my room.

Up until this point, I was enjoying Batam, thought that there were a lot of different of venues to explore, and that the some good experiences to be had close to my home. But I also was not overly impressed with things. Well over the next two hours I had one the great sexual encounters of my life and my view of Batam completely changed. Ida was just a sex machine; she is built like a she is made out of pipe cleaners, and flexible like she is mad out of them too. It was just raw monkey love in the shower and every piece of furniture in the room. Batam it may be a boring shit hole, but damn anything can happen at anytime here. It’s magic! After the two hours of action, Ida starts with my friend has my purse blah, da blah blah blah. “Go ahead honey take your money, I just want to sleep.” Little did I know that there was going to be a lot more Ida in my future.

The next day I just cruised the malls for more amateurs (no luck) and then spent time over at the Sahid Rasinda hotel where they have a great resort style hotel. However, my weekend was coming to a close and soon I was on the Ferry back to Singapore. Oh My Singapore you have certainly lost your sparkle in my eye, and I can wait to get back to those so flirty, sexy, fun Indonesian girls.

[sassina2]

for a newbie in Batam, you have demonstated that with the use of the available resources and some pre-trip work, you can have great fun in Batam for a reasonable amount of money spent. Good for ya!

Certainly one of the better reports I have seen for a while! Keep them coming!

By the way, our information on the VISA for Indonesia was on the "News Section" of our website. Perhaps, we'll have to move that to the Batam Section or it would be missed by more!

[l3atu]

Ur virgin trip to Batam and yet you cheong like a seasoned Batam cheongster....great work ! Enjoy urself !

[mongerx]

Actually its guys like you I want to thank. You generously post good information so a virgin like me doesn't have to pay the price of a steep learning curve. Instead I hit the streets a running and having a good time even though I was almost lone ranger. Also my relative control on my budget is lost the next weekend I go back, but I have much wilder times. Hoepfully I will have that report up soon.

[DNAT]

Originally Posted by mongerx

After the two hours of action, Ida starts with my friend has my purse blah, da blah blah blah. “Go ahead honey take your money, I just want to sleep.” Little did I know that there was going to be a lot more Ida in my future.

From my past 5 years of encounters with BT FLs, it seems like 90% of the FL (1st time accept your LT offfer) would leave:
- after a bonk or two
- in the early morning hours of 7 - 8am
(whichever is earlier)

Once, this gal wanna leave early and she gave the excuse that she needs to take the 1st ferry back to Tg Pinang where she works ....

[mongerx]

Originally Posted by DNAT

From my past 5 years of encounters with BT FLs, it seems like 90% of the FL (1st time accept your LT offfer) would leave:
- after a bonk or two
- in the early morning hours of 7 - 8am
(whichever is earlier)

Once, this gal wanna leave early and she gave the excuse that she needs to take the 1st ferry back to Tg Pinang where she works ....

Well I guess you better bonk them before 7AM then!

[DNAT]

Originally Posted by mongerx

Well I guess you better bonk them before 7AM then!

ya, thanks for the reminder
These days, I tend to meet one FL from my list of 4-5 regulars (its not a duty roster... hahaha) and problem is each and everyone of them would wanna stay till noon .... I even have hard time shaking them off if I need to leave early = my turn to give excuses

[mongerx]

Thursday

I had such a good time last weekend I decided to return the next week for a three day weekend. This time I decided to stay at the Planet Holiday Hotel. This hotel is 4*, with real nice pool facilities which include Jacuzzi, wet and dry saunas, and decent gym. Also you get a high speed Ethernet connection for about US $2 a day. Rooms are well appointed and the hotel has a much hipper and lively feel to it than the Melia Panorama. However, room service sucks and is very expensive, the cable TV selection is limited, and there are no in room safes. Bushranger hooked me up with a deluxe room for Sin $80 a night. This was a non-smoking room on a high floor. I could have had a standard room for $70. The only difference was that a deluxe room is on a higher floor. This may matter as you can hear the bass from the techno music pumping from the Planet disco until seven or eight in the morning.

When I tried to check in around 3PM my room wasn’t ready yet. No problem I just checked my bag and headed over to check out a cluster of Karaoke booking places behind the Goodway hotel. I checked out Jungle Minda Karaoke and nothing caught my fancy there. Then I went over to New Britannica Karaoke where I spotted one quite cute and playful candidate. But I wanted to first go across the street and check out Sedona Country which has a decent reputation for a large and good selection. The OKT called all of the available girls into the well lit “fish bowl” for inspection. I spotted one very pretty girl named Tutti (number 25 in your program), showing cleavage suggesting very firm and youthful b-cups and her tight jeans suggested a tight butt. Her eye contact was ambiguous, but I found her very attractive and so I invited her out to the Karaoke area for a get know you session of beer and song on a sofa. As we drank a couple of beers she was thawing slightly, with increasing instances of leaning into me and putting her hand on my leg as she took things from the coffee table. This girls could actually sing which attracted me more. While not sure of the signs, I decide to book her for the night (230K) and instructed her to be in the lobby of Planet Holiday at 10PM. While taking care of the bill I noticed a pretty girl who had humongous boobs, which she was trying hard to conceal with a conservative blouse and jean jacket. Sorry honey no keeping sweater meat like that concealed.

So why not bring Tutti back and get busy right away? Because I am going back to New Britannica and book the short haired cutie for some short time back in the room. I head back over to Britannica and the very helpful guy gave me the option of one hour upstairs for 130K or 140K for an hour back in room. After last week’s horrific short time room experience, I opted for the luxurious confines of the Planet Holiday. I had them bring her over in forty-five minutes.

Shortly after I check-in and get settled the door bell rings right on time. Keke enters and we start to get comfortable. Keke is from Sumatra around the area of Lake Toba and she is Batak. The Batak look has a round face with high cheek bones and round eyes, flat nose, and light olive skin. I really like this look. Anyway, she wants to know why I only booked her short time, and I make up some BS about going out with friends later. I wanted to say, “because it’s the fuck up to me, that’s why.” Anyway, Keke provided an OK session but was up and ready to split quickly after I came. So she was really only around for 45 minutes. She also wasn’t down with pictures and I took only one. Also, she reluctantly gave a blow job and only a short one. This slight tarnishing led to a reduction of her tip from 50K to 30K.

Soon after Keke left, I started to feel quite nauseous. In fact I was soon in the bathroom hurling. Quite unusual, as I not the vomiting type and all I had was two beers and ate no food. Anyway not feeling well I crawled into bed and slept until 9:30 PM. Woke up feeling better but not one hundred percent. So I was quite happy that I had arranged for room service entertainment tonight. A quick shower and then I went downstairs to meet my tonight’s Mrs. X. In the lobby I noticed about a half a dozen attractive ladies waiting patiently for their evening’s trick to come get them. Among them was Ms. Big Boobs from earlier. Well, soon my date was almost twenty minutes late and I had an excuse to talk with Big Boobs. She was helpful and called the Sedona where I was told that Tutti had already left for the hotel. Well it was another fifteen minutes before she showed up, and then I got hit up for 20K for taxi fare for the guy who escorted her over. Pissed me off a little and I should have balked at that. One thing I don’t like is that everybody always asks for more money here: the girls, the taxi drivers, and the guys helping you in the Karaoke. After two weekends I have learned you have to be firm and say no. When I started saying no it didn’t offend anybody and in fact service actually seemed to improve.

Tutti and I retire to the room where we move slowly to get know each other better. After she came out of the shower she put one a nice matching pair of black panties and bras, and then a really cute short baby blue satin nightie. She was quite the romantic sight and I thought this was a pretty damn sweet touch. We started with some tender making out and I eventually peeled of the beautiful gift wrapping only to reveal the true present. Her body was smoking and tight, but there was something up with her nipples. Oh my god it was my first set of inverted nipples. Wow I absolutely love sucking on those things, as they go from inversion to popping into my mouth as they grew erect from excitement. That was pretty damn erotic. Only blemish was her slight resistance to giving head. She actually knew how to give pretty decent head but didn’t perform for too long. Well after foreplay with those inverted nipples I popped pretty quickly and soon she was back into the wonderful nightie. As I was still not feeling top notch I was content to hold and be held as we drifted of to sleep. Tutti was lucky that in that I was not too demanding a cutomer, but I did get me some more of that in the morning. After turning me down my offer of breakfast and collecting her 50K taxi money, Tutti was back on her way around 9AM.

[mongerx]

Friday

My buddy arrives and we start our evening off at Batam’s whitey central, Lucy’s Oar house, for some of that yummy British food. Afterwards, we go upstairs to the PP Banana’s go go bar where for the price of a mere drink I get my hand up inside some g-string and knuckle deep into some fine snatch. Nice compliant girl but once again I don’t want select one so quickly. After I wash my hands, we investigate the little shop of horrors that is the pubs of the NED. After experiencing serious dick shrinkage, we decide to get an early start on the main event of the evening: Planet Disco

Even though we arrive early at 11PM, there is a good crowd. I secure a table next to the entrance to the ladies room. A good well lit vantage point where all ladies are sure to pass. My friend sits and starts drinking and I am just dancing by myself to the techno, and of course the ugliest hardest core scourge attaches herself to me. Well it takes about five minutes before I successfully negotiate a divorce settlement of two of my buddy’s cigarettes and big swig of his drink. “I get by with a little help from my friends, oooh”

There are normal waiters here, and they way you get them to come to your table is go rock concert style; flick your Bic, raise it into the air, and Voila a waiter appears to take your order. But in addition, they have these drink promotion girls hired who only sell some type of tequila, wine cooler, vodka cocktail thing. The DPG (drink promotion girl) had some worn out laminated picture add of her product which she shows you. However, unlike the Beer promotion girls you see in the food centers these girls have to wear frumpy uniforms with cheesy vest. Of course the BPG’s try to flirt and party down with you in the effort to sell you an overpriced drink. There was one BPG, Leni, hanging around who was quite a blast. We were dancing and flirting, but I refused to buy her vodka mixed with highly sugar concentrated water drink. Soon she asked me if she could introduce me to her friend. I guess Leni is pimping too.

Leni calls over Dewi, who is a sweet thing in tight white pants (I love a tiny tight ass in white hip huggers). Dewi passes the eye test and we are soon dancing. Of course, I buy her a 45K vodka drinkie from Leni. I also invite Leni to enjoy one her own overpriced Vodka thingie as well. Meanwhile I notice my buddy now has a factory gal gyrating between legs and tasting his tonsils. She is a little cutie, and soon he is off to his room with her as he actually had been at work all day.

Things are building slowly between Dewi and I, shy French kisses followed by the I’m shy hugs. Of course, all of this is happening to the soundtrack of thundering techno Indo music. Leni frequently stops by and she and I dance a little, I tickle her, she falls down laughing, and we have a riot. Leni’s English is very good but Dewi’s is not existent. Of course, while dancing with Dewi I see last week’s love of my life Ida pass by in a friggin’ amazing black mini outfit. We say hi and shrug our shoulders that my fate is already sealed

The inevitable happens and Leni pulls me into the entry of the ladies room and asks me if I am going to take her friend. I tell her sure, but then I pull her closer and whisper in her ear that I really want to spend some time with her. She squeals and says she isn’t a pretty girl and she has to work. Actually at this point I didn’t see her as pretty; she was a tall girl in a frumpy outfit. Also she is of a healthy proportion when it seems like I have been picking nothing but refugee stick girls lately. Whatever, I really liked her energy and knew that I wanted to fuck her. So I suggest that she come over to the hotel tomorrow and we go swimming. She says “no no no you take my friend. Oh by the way write down your hotel room number on my cigarette pack.”

After this exchange Leni talks with Dewi and then Dewi and I exit the Disco. Nice thing about the Planet Disco is that it’s conveniently right below the Planet hotel. In the room, the problems begin immediately. She gets on the bed and I try to start kissing her but she is reluctant. It seems the only English she knows is “short time.” I inform her I want long time. We start trying to communicate with a Bhasa-English phrase book. At this point I am frustrated and see that I am not going to get what I want. So I say, “we go back, we no work.” She pouts for the minute or so it takes for me to get my pants and shoes back on. Then she showed me the second thing she knew how to say in English “taxi money?” So I toss her a 50K cancellation fee and I am back into the Disco. No where is that Ida?

I cruise around looking for the waif thin Ida, but her friend spots me first. She asks where my girl is, and I inform her that I was now alone and would like Ida. She points to Ida sitting against the bar and it’s obvious why I didn’t see here. She is surrounded by the half the New Zealand basketball and rugby teams. Where the hell did this group of giant Bules come from? It takes Ida a good two minutes to transverse the groping Bule obstacle course to get to me. Sorry boys this ones coming with me. Ah, Ida we get reacquainted she turns down my request for a drink and instead wants me to finance this evening Disco biscuits for her and her friend. Ok well let’s get this party started.

Soon we are hanging out at some back bar that I hadn’t noticed before. I got Ida shaking her head and sitting in one bar stool, and I got two of her friends dancing up a storm around me. I meet some cool local dude and we share a beer. Ida suggests I bring choose a friend to bring along for the festivities later. So I begin interviewing, one girl is a skanky pipe cleaner looking Indon girl. However, she is giving me some pretty inviting dirty dancing. The other friend is her room mate from Thailand. This girl has a smoking body and I was speculating C-cup heavy hanging breasts, Thai, girl was nice but not really trying to close the deal. So, I went with the one with the more eager to please attitude. Her name is Winda.

Later we return to the room where I shower first, after which Winda goes into the bath room. I start messing around with Ida on the bed and soon I am fucking her from behind in a spoon position. Winda comes out of the shower and joins in by spooning behind me and starts kissing my neck, fondling my balls, and stroking the crack of my ass. Wow, I am the kosher corn beef between two slices of Indo rye. The girls are pretty dam comfortable with touching each other, and this is looking to be my best threesome ever. However, Ida suddenly gets up to go to the bathroom and quickly returns to say, “X I sorry, have Mens.” Sure enough I look down and see a couple of the old red streaks on the sheet. Dam Dam Dam!

So Winda and I go at it while Ida sits on the edge of the bad occasionally stroking my hair and kissing me. Ida is quite good and she finishes me with a solid BJ, where she teases me with a facial at the end but then suddenly turns my gun on myself and my belly gets the facial. I hate when they do that. By the way Winda was not thrilled about photos, but then after the session she is ready.

It’s about 5 AM and the girls want to leave, and I am fine with that since I spent all my rupiah and have no money left. Don’t worry the girls already knew that and we had already worked out a little afternoon of fun where they would come by at 2PM the next day for bikini shopping and fun by the pool! As soon as the door is closed my head hits the pillow and I am out. The girls early exit turns out to be a good thing.

“RING RING, RING RING” What the hell is going on? I groggily answer the phone. “Hello who is this?” “It’s Leni, I am downstairs and finished work, and can I come up and see you?” I was groggy at 6 AM but I am not stupid. “Come up.” In a minute the door bell is ringing, I wrap a towel around myself, and answer the door. Hello, who is this babe? Leni looks much better in jeans and a normal top. My pecker immediately starts to pitch a tent. She steps in and gives me a very warm kiss. We make small talk and she smokes a cigarette on the balcony. Of course she wants to know what happened with her friend. Yada Yada Yada. Soon she takes a shower and joins me in the bed wrapped in a towel.

Like Christmas morning, I tear off the gift wrapping of my booty call surprise. Damn this is a big healthy sexy girl and we are making serious monkey love. Maybe with all the matchsticks I have been lighting lately, I have forgotten the serious heat that comes from a burning log. At one point I am busted by Leni as she asks what’s up with the blood stains on the sheet. We have excellent Boom Boom but my resolve starts to wane in the end. Leni then works me over with her mouth and just as I am about to come she forcefully jumps on top of me milks the cum out of me by vigorously thrusting herself up and down on me. X has been a bad boy.

We relax for a bit and then she says some BS about having to go see her manager. Well honey you are going to stick around for a bit if you want a present as all my cash is in my friend safety box at the reception. So being the good guy I am call my friend at 8AM and see if he wants to go for breakfast. (Aren’t I a bastard friend.) The good sport meets me downstairs and he and Leni enjoy a ciggy before breakfast. Also, I tell Leni I would like to see her on Sunday afternoon and that we should go swimming. She is warm to the idea. So I write my number on a piece of paper and inside of it I put a 50 Sing note (about 250K rupiah.) Way way generous, but all I had were 50 Sing notes in the box and plus she was a great wake up call. Of course, Leni soon discovers the degree of my generosity and my phone is ringing of the hook.

[Bafana]

Guys

MongerX and myself are hitting Batam again this weekend - Any takers for a beer or two

Baf

[sassina2]

thanks for invite; I wud but am heading North to good old sunny (hopefully) Phuket this weekend from tomorrow nite! Have fun cos I really luv to be there too! Just done a quick trip Mon nite too!

[mongerx]

I take my buddy over to check out the booking places behind the Goodway Hotel. We arrived right at 11 AM when the places open but mistakenly decide that to get coffee first and let the places warm-up. We start hitting the joints at 11:30 and the stocks are depleting really quickly. We hit Sedona Country and my friend takes a gal recommended by the boss and I take Tutti (inverted nipples) and Sri (big titties) out to karaoke area for some get to know you singing and beers. Sri had already been booked and told Tutti that I wasn’t booking today but taking my friend around to shop. The girls were cool with this, and Tutti was definitely much friendlier and affectionate today. Over the next half hour, wave after wave of groups of Singaporean Chinese dudes came through shopping for chicks. Hell one of them even booked Tutti right off my arm. This made my friend act quickly and he sealed the deal. By noon the feeding frenzy was over and there was not a single girl left to book! Now this was a holiday weekend and thus demand was very high, but the lesson is loud and clear. If you want to get a girl from a booking joint you should get over as early as possible if you want quality; and forget about it if you haven’t booked one by the early afternoon on a weekend.

So we headed back to the hotel where I wanted to get some sleep before my 2 PM date with Ida and Winda. My sleep was quickly interrupted by the early arrival of Ida and she announces that her earlier mens was a false start (A case of this is your cooch, and this is your cooch on ecstasy). So I take advantage of the situation get me a quickie.

After Winda arrives we head off to Matahari in the Centerpoint Mall. A neat thing about the Planet Holiday hotel is that the have a bunch of Mercedes taxi’s that will take you around town for 20K a trip, this is the price a beat up piece of crap taxi will charge you on the street if you are too meek to demand the market price of 10K. Well I was feeling a little meek about bargaining in front of the gals so I just grabbed a Mercedes. Soon we are rolling up in front of the third world shopping center in the styling new Benz. I step out with a sweetie on each arm. Of course there is the usual group of about 15 unemployed guys who scream “taxi” at you even though it’s obvious you just got out of a taxi. All of the sudden I just start strutting into the mall with obvious hookers hanging off each arm, and in my head I start hearing the opening melody to the “Stayin Alive. ” I hit full strut and I am singing to myself, “Well you tell by the way I walk, I am ladies man no time to talk….”

Must have been something about my strut, or perhaps the not so wide selection of Bikini’s in this Muslim land, but we had the shortest damn shopping trip with two prostitutes in the history of the world.

Soon we are back in the pool, having food and drinks, and I lovin’ the steam room. There was lots of photo taking, splashing around, and of course smoking cigarettes by the girls. After the good times, we go back up to the room and the girls start complaining that they haven’t slept for three days and they want me to give them money to go buy ice so they can keep the party up. I informed them that I put 400K each in their little envelopes and they were free to leave and do with it whatever they want, but I wanted no part of that and was going to take a nap. Well the girls capitulated and we got under the covers with each taking one of my side. Soon we were sawing logs and I was quite pleased with the sleeping arrangement.

After two hours I get horny and my hardon starts poking around in search of a taker. Ida is dead to the world, but Winda takes the queue and drops her drawers. I get another rather uninspired quickie. Winda gives me a Reader’s Digest version of her routine from last night right down to the facial tease which turns into the sticky belly finish. Now that I have seen Winda’s one trick pony I won’t be taking this ride again. Winda wants to leave and starts whining about more money. I give 100K and in polite terms told her to get the fuck out of dodge. Basically, I have decided it is time to cut bait with Ida as well.

I call my buddy and it turns out his girl had given him several hours of robust love making, but then she started to come down off her ecstasy high as well. Unfortunately this left her quite ill and he sent her on her way to recover. Hearing that he was a free agent, I decided I would be a free agent too. So after a little more sleep time I wake Ida up and inform her that her company was not required this evening. She started to say something about money as well. My response was to say that, ”if she felt there were more generous and better opportunities out there she should pursue them, I have been as generous as I have felt comfortable being and I also feel that I have been very generous.” It turns out holding the line here will pay big dividends in the not so distant future. Of course Ida had to go out and have a long contemplative smoke on the balcony and take a long ass time to exit the room.

Well it’s just the boys again and we decide to head off and get some dinner at the big ass hawker center, Nagoya Food Center. I hadn’t been too impressed with the food here the first time I went and was now apprehensive. But my buddy picked out a good place and we scarfed up some black pepper crab, steamed garupa hong kong style, fried rice, and some baby Thom Tam fried with lots of garlic. I have to admit it was tasty. Of course, while the food is good, the real entertainment is drinking beer. At Nagoya Food Center there are a bunch of SPG’s (sales promotional girls) for each different beer on sale. The girls all dress in pretty cute logo outfits for their brands. And since it is a strictly commission based compensation in a very competitive market you get some pretty decent flirting. Evidently, many of these girls rely upon after work dates to supplement their income. But this is far from point and click and many guys like to step into the batter’s box so to speak. On last note is that I think Tiger beer sucks, but damn they have the hottest tiger print mini dresses for their SPGs. Yep Tiger is quite popular.

It’s approaching midnight, it’s a Saturday night on a holiday weekend, and we have no female companionship. Frankly, I am totally fucked out, sleep deprived, and have decided that I am not going to take anyone tonight unless it’s really and offer I can’t refuse. However, my friend is definitely more horny and ready to hook up. So we are off to see if there is anything left at PP Banana’s. As we climbed the stairs into the Go Go, I put the over/under on available girls at four. I was right on the money. Even though I was tired and not drinking anymore alcohol, out of reflex I buy a girl a lady drink and pop here onto my lap. However, I am not feeling the energy and only give a meek stroking of the fur burger. My friend is a worse case as the remaining girls are all talking about his recent separation from his favorite in the bar. Well this was a bust and we exit to check out the other pubs of the NED.

This is the third time I hit the NED pubs and I get my third confirmation that the NED pubs are where 90% of the old ugly hardcore girls of Batam are hiding. Sorry I got call it as I see it. We settle into Step’s where they have a fantastic band named Toponomore. This band is excellent and they have a female singer whose is a total bombshell and really brings it. She is the Indonesian Tina Turner. I am pretty content to sip water and check out the band. My buddy is pretty content to because he is starting to quickly toss back double Jack and Cokes.

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As my friend got drunker the inevitable happened. A couple of husky gals decide to move in for the kill. The rather tall big boned and, how shall we say, experienced girl attaches herself to my friend, while the shorter and let’s say zaftig gal zeroed in on me. Soon my friend is ordering rounds of drinks, getting drunker, and looking more and more like he is gonna get bagged by his girl. I transmitted non-ambiguous signals to my gal that I was perfectly sober and not going there. Soon the girls’ good ladyboy friend comes over to join the party. The ladyboy offers me a sip of the bubbling neon blue concoction in her champagne glass, and I wisely pass. I kept telling myself that this was like a scene from that movie, Duece Bigalow: Male Gigilo. OK I am being a little harsh as the girls need to make a living and there friendly enough. I even did a little dancing with mine. However, as my friend’s cup gradually spilleth over with drink tickets, he succumbed and decided to take his girl back to the hotel. Then his girl starts in on me a little too aggressively why I wasn’t taking her friend. I shut that shit down with a stern “I pick my own girls.” Soon we were back at the Planet Holiday and my friend later said there was no buyer’s remorse in the morning.

As for me I was tired and was just going to get some good sleep. But of course I was restless and decided I would go down and check out the scene in the disco. This night Planet Disco was extremely packed and the ratio of guys to girls was awful. That was OK because I wasn’t interested picking. So I took up a space near the entrance and just starting grooving to the music. Of course, I was immediately accosted by rather unattractive short girl, who just kept trying to talk with me and kept backing her fat ass into me. Ugh, I opted take my chances with the thrashing mass of humanity and worked my way back towards the restrooms (hoping I would run into Leni.) I eventually ran into two local guys who worked at Lucy’s Oarhouse and they invited me to join them and their friends. Hey I was happy to have some partners so I was a sport and bought a round of beers. I was quite content to just groove to the music and enjoy a drink or two. However, these guys wanted to play pimp and set the Bule up with a lady. They brought several less than worthy prospects and felt bad just ignoring these girls as I just wanted to just hang out. However, I was having fun and decided to be generous and buy another round (the beers are quite steep around 25K a piece). Eventually, I saw Dewi the girl I rejected the night before. However, I went to try and talk to her to see if Leni was working. Our communication was difficult but I got the idea that Leni was home sleeping. Of course one of the local guys wants to step in and help.

Let just say that my belief that one should use middle men as little as possible wasn’t changed by the outcome. I wasn’t scammed per se, but I was quickly obligated to buy this girl a drink and pack of smokes, and also obligated a small tip for the guy (after I was already a sport and buying drinks) so I could have the company of a girl I had already rejected. Great pimps these guys were. Oh well if I am not learning I am not living.

So I have Dewi dancing up close to me and she has given me a phone number for Leni (which course was a bullshit wrong number.) It was getting on about 5AM and I am starting to feel horny and started to wonder if Dewi looked as good naked as I thought. So up to room I go and things were about as good as you can predict.

Dewi did look good naked and was a passionate kisser, but there was no blow job on the menu and no extraordinary mattress gymnastics. None the less, a busted nut a 6AM after staying up all night is a powerful sedative. Dewi of course is high as a kite and just watches MTV. At 6AM on a Sunday morning, Indonesian MTV was playing the most tripped out up organic techno. I guess Indonesian MTV knows their market. Shortly after entering wonderful sleep, Dewi is waking me up trying to complain to me that she is having bad stomach cramps, feeling like vomiting, and wanting to go. At least that was my guess from the little game of ecstasy charades we played. I certainly got the part about leaving correct; but perhaps the other part of the charade as was that my sexual performance was awful and that the sight of me made her sick. Regardless I happily gave her 150K and showed her the door. Nice butt I thought as she walked to the elevator. I leapt into bed and was happy to quickly drift off to slumber land.

“DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG.” “Where the fuck am I? and what is that noise?” Quickly I realized I was in a hotel room in Batam and somebody was ringing the door. I look over at the clock and its 7:30. I put on some shorts, stumble over to the door, and stupidly open it without checking out who it was. It’s the lovely Ida and a friend I have never met. “X are you alone, or you have girl?” I maybe half dead from sleep deprivation but still know how to play a strong hand of cards. “Come on in, I am a good boy and all alone.” The girls come into the room and start enjoying the breakfast of champions (cigarettes and breath mints), and I jump back under the covers. I think Ida’s friends name is “I’m not the Thai friend who you really want to bang.” Soon Ida is on the bed a giving me some of the most intense passionate DFK I have had in a long time.
The friend comes over to the bed and half heartedly tries to get into the action. However, she is much more consumed with the trippy techno videos playing on MTV and her cigarettes. We stop and talk for a minute, then the girls go to the bathroom for some sort of break out session. They quickly return and Ida announces that her friend approves of me and that she is going to leave. Hell I didn’t even get hit up for taxi fare. I detect serious attitude adjustment for the better.

A most incredible intense monkey love sessions happens. And then I get the inquisition about did I really spend the night alone. Of course, I come clean about my ST. Ida tells me that she had been booked to party with some Bules in a Karaoke room with a balcony overlooking the main Disco. She says that she watched all my antics from the vantage point and new the score. Anyway she says that her Bule customer didn’t want her after he found out she had taken ecstasy. Dude’s loss was my major gain, as she was monster horny and a monster fuck. She explained that when she took X she liked to simply sit on the comfy bar stool and shake her head for a couple of hours, and after that she gets supper horny and needs to get fucked well. She further said that she liked that I was relaxed enough to not demand lots of kissing and groping while she went through the head shake phase, and this was not true of most customers who when they buy her X want to get busy right away. My reaction is that I liked groping – I mean dancing with her hot friends. Also I enjoyed taking a little ST to pass the time as well. So Ida and I realized that we were compatible and to celebrate we did had another round, and planned for a little pool time before I headed out on the ferry.

So Ida headed back to her room to get her bikini and I roined my friend for breakfast where we reviewed of the past night’s events. After breakfast my buddy checked out a headed out for the ferry. Soon Ida returned, and after I arranged for a late check out, we hit the pool for two hours of fun. Of course, when I was in the locker room, I got a call first from the girl Santy, who I met at the mall, and she told me that she had broken up with boyfriend and wanted to come see me. I told her to hold that thought until next weekend. Of course, after swimming I saw that I have missed five phone calls from Leni. Ooops, I will just call her from the taxi and smooth things over until next week.

Soon it was time to go and I gave Ida 50K for taxi and cigarettes. Damn girl doesn’t even have it together enough to have a hand phone, so I can only hope we cross paths again. Then in the taxi, I start fucking around with the swapping sim cards in my phone. Well this is no good as I lose Leni’s number she was calling me from. Actually, this is probably a blessing in disguise because whenever I have a really good time I always repeat and usually the magic doesn’t repeat itself. So I board the ferry and sail away from the wild west world of Batam and towards safe secure predictable world of Singapore. I can’t complain because I have great memories and a clean slate.

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