The first of my many leisurely breakfasts at the restaurant at the Island View Hotel was one of the least memorable, probably since I was eating alone. The breakfast buffet which is included in the already modestly priced room (40 Sing. Dollars weeknights, 45 on weekends – right around 25 U.S.) is a nice touch, and the food was generally decent and at times quite good. You have the option of eating indoors or on the outside patio, but since the food is set up on the patio, nearly everyone eats there. And sweats a little bit in the early morning humidity, but most didn’t seem to mind.
MongerX did end up joining me while I was about to finish my meal and we swapped stories about our previous evening. His luck at the discos was apparently much better than mine at the booking joint, and I vowed that I would go see the disco scene for myself that evening as I no longer had being tired as an excuse.
Per Mx’s suggestion, we headed out around noon to see what might be available early in the booking places. Mx mentioned that the Singapore weekend warriors would head directly to those places upon their arrival in Batam, and that we needed to use our early start to our advantage to cherry pick the hottest booking girls. Sounded good to me, though I was still scratching my head as to how to interview a booking girl despite the immense language barrier to avoid a repeat of the previous evening’s disaster.
I forget if it was the first place we went to or not, but we ended up walking to one of the larger booking places called Sedona KTV where Mx suggested that they had plenty of decent or better looking girls. And while I wasn’t blown away by the quality, as I had been the day before at Queens, I was a bit blown away by seeing close to 30 girls in a fishbowl before 1 PM.
Mx almost immediately spotted a fave and mentioned that he was interested in hanging out with her and singing some karaoke for awhile. I lingered for a bit outside the fishbowl and REALLY wanted to call over a young girl that looked to have some pretty seriously massive tits. But I was a little freaked out that she made absolutely NO attempt at eye contact. While aware that all I was going to be obligated to do at that point was to buy an overpriced drink for a girl, I still was gunshy from the night before about picking a girl solely based on looks and with no apparent interest in me or my pocketful of millions of rupiah!
So, pouting a little bit, I headed back to the lounge/karaoke room solo and joined Mx and his amiga who were just getting settled in and the microphone turned on. Karaoke seems to be something you either love or HATE, but for ME, I didn’t really have a strong reaction to it either way. It seemed a lot more fun after several drinks, but I could say that about a LOT of things in life. Seeing me in a funk, Mx offered to buy me a couple beers to get me more into the spirit of things. Thanks, man!
Mx’s girl ended up having a friend that kind of got installed between Mx and myself, and while she didn’t appear at all UNattractive to me (and appeared to have some NICE tits!), I am always leery of girls that seem to want to install themselves by my side without a prior invite. Fortunately the beer kicked in early, and I stopped thinking too much about the cash implications of having a seatmate and was able to relax and focus on the fact that the girl next to me had a body that usually makes my TONGUE get hard: Not a spinner by any means, but rather soft and curvy with some boobage that was straining at her tight shirt.
Things got turned up several notches, however, when ‘my’ girl started singing some of the favored Batam music which sounds like songs from Bollywood movies, all with videos featuring festive looking dance scenes with plenty of flowing arms and wiggling hips. While I obviously had NO idea what the words said or what the songs were about, I loved the lilting voices, and my new amiga was actually a decent singer. By the time the second Tiger beer was getting low, my mind was actively engaged by the possibility of taking my ‘cewek’ (girl) to a private room somewhere and feasting on her tits that were looking more attractive by the minute.
Mx let it be known that he was in the mood for short-timing his girl, and after he planted the suggestion in my mind, I quickly decided to do the same with mine. I can’t remember what the fee for short-time was at Sedona, but it seemed to be ~150K Rupiah, and we had to pay ~50K or so for a short time room at a hotel across the street. This seemed a little expensive for short time, but I was HORNY and wasn’t about to pass on an opportunity to spend some time playing with the latest version of Ms. Right NOW!
The short time room across from Sedona was clean, fairly spacious, and had decent air-con and fan that could be operated via controls next to the bed. I’ve certainly had worse rooms for 6 bucks before!
My girl and I showered together, and she rather playfully soaped me up and rinsed me off with the flexi-shower nozzle device that all of the places in Batam featured. Soon enough we were on the spacious bed feeding each other our clean body parts, and I imMEDIATELY felt relieved that this girl had an attitude 1000% better than the girl I had the previous evening.
Despite my horniness and the fact that my girl had gotten me HOT, I did manage to last a good half hour of spirited GFE before purging myself of a load and collapsing in spent delight at the good time I had had with my Sedona girl. We showered separately this time, and when I was hosing off I tried to decide the best course of action at that point in the day. I didn’t get to think too long, however, as the room phone started ringing, and my girl started pointing at her watch and apparently warning that our time in the room was running out.
While I certainly wasn’t ANGRY that we were getting booted out (for whatever reason) less than an hour inside the room, I was indeed surprised that any hotel minions would be bugging us before we spent even two hours inside.
The timing of our exit was actually pretty good, as Mx and his girl were waiting downstairs at the same time. Mx certainly looked as happy as I was!
My second session in Indonesia was LIGHT years better than the first, and ranked with most typical first time sessions that I would normally get in the Philippines with the slight exception that my girl clearly seemed to be acting more than Filipinas normally do. But if this was the quality I could expect for the rest of my short trip to Indonesia, I would leave a VERY happy dude, as there is NO substitute for nearly endless sexual variety served up con gusto.
After walking a few blocks to check email (there seems to be ONE place to do this in the Whitey Central area, and the ~20 machines were sometimes ‘full’), Mx walked me over to Whitey Central, again, AKA Nagoya Entertainment District, or ‘NED’, where I got my first look at a place called Lucy’s Oarhouse – an ex-pat owned pub that specialized in western food and fancied itself as a ‘bule’ (whitey) meeting place. Mx introduced me to the owner, a nice Australian guy named Evan, and we hung out for awhile before heading back to the hotel, promising to come back later to check out Batam’s only go-go bar, PP Bananas located upstairs.
Back at the Island View we ran into a small snafu as one of Mx’s Singapore amigos, Bafana, had arrived but was having trouble getting a room as Mx had forgotten to make a reservation for him and the hotel seemed quite popular on the weekends. Mx took advantage of having been introduced to the Indonesian manager the day before, and pretty soon he was being offered a discounted rate on a two-bedroom apartment in the wing next door which he and Bafana agreed to share.
While I liked my room at the Island View, I gotta admit that the apartment they had was a serious cause for ‘room envy’! It was pretty damned SWEET, and between them, I think Mx and Bafana were paying ~ 66 Sing. $ each compared to my 45, which certainly isn’t the worst deal in the world. Mx in particular was excited about the potential party possibilities.
With Bafana wanting a nap to relax for a bit before heading out for the evening, Mx and I decided to check out the pool and sauna, and they were indeed pretty nice, though I’m still not sure if I like saunas or not. Island View also has a bar with a pool table that can be reached by climbing the stairs from the pool area. The bar by the pool never seemed to be staffed, but we did have the guy from the upstairs bar did come down to turn on the TV and ask if we wanted to order anything. While I’m sure that people who often traveled to resorts on vacation would not have been overly impressed, I thought the setup at Island View was pretty damned sweet.
As became the usual practice, dinner that evening was another trip to A-1 pujasera (outdoor food court specializing in seafood) for an orgy of beer and enormous portions of seafood. My new Aussie ‘mate’ Bafana is a man of enormous appetites, and he had beer flowing even more freely than I had the night before.
After a dinner so immense that I could barely walk (first time in my life I’ve overeaten!), we got a cab to Lucy’s and then headed upstairs to PP Bananas, which was honestly a bit disappointing compared to what I’d built it up to be from reading previous reports. The place only had slightly more than a handful of girls that Friday night, and they seemed extremely lazy about dancing – far preferring to sit in a corner and smoke. While I hadn’t really thought much about it the day before, I was quickly becoming aware that smoking was more of a religion in Indonesia than Islam was! EVERYBODY smokes.
We were quickly surrounded by some girls as we took seats at the bar, but again, due to my phobia about buying drinks for girls that are initially pushy, I ended up without a partner and bored while Mx soaked up the attention of two girls. Finally he pushed one of them over to me, and I was almost instantly in LOVE. The girl spoke ENGLISH, and had BIG tits, and she was pretty damned friendly too, allowing roaming hands and kissing. It all seemed too good to be true.
Of course then she wanted to light a cigarette… I requested that she not, and she said ‘ok, I’ll be back’, and then she went off into a corner to smoke with her friends! What a stormy romance!!!
I wasn’t TOO awfully disappointed, as I had big plans for seeing the disco that evening, and didn’t think that bringing a date with me was the proper way to experience things there. The thought occurred to me to book the PP Bananas girl and then kick her out after short time, but that didn’t seem to be a practical use of funds, as the booking fee at PP Bananas was 300,000 Rupiah, and US$35 seemed like a waste just for short time. Besides, I liked that girl and wanted to spend some time with her. When she came back from her smoke as Mx and Bafana were ready to leave, I told her that I’d try and come back and see her before I left Batam. She seemed a little confused as to why I wasn’t taking her that night if I liked her, but oh well.
After PP Bananas we headed to another Whitey Central bar called Steps, which was billed as a live music place and had a reputation of having some rather unattractive freelancers – which might explain why the place was seVERELY dark inside! The band was OK, kind of like a dumbed-down version of the band they usually had at Pick Up Disco in Angeles City, but what was VERY annoying is that while they played exclusively Western music, I don’t think I knew a single song they played – something I doubt any cover band on the PLANET could achieve. I got immediately BORED to TEARS because I couldn’t see a fucking thing in the bar besides the band and I couldn’t at ALL get into the music. Plus my stomach started acting up, as it often did when I mixed real Pfizer Vitamin V with alcohol. I was NOT happy that night at Steps, and was quite glad that we didn’t head back there for the rest of my stay in Batam.
Eventually that evening we all made it to Pacific Disco, and for those that have never been there, it simply MUST be seen to be believed. It is frigg’n HUGE, and the constant thumping of the bass from the ‘music’ is a sensation unlike any other I have ever experienced. The vibration was so immense it was shaking my pantlegs and made me feel like something was crawling up my leg.
Guys had to pay a 20K rupiah cover charge to get in, but that bought the first drink, so it was nothing but a riff-raff check, as 20K for a drink is actually cheap in Batam. We got a table not far from the bar on the outer perimeter, which seemed like a good spot as there was slightly more light coming from the bar area than normal – Pacific Disco is not only LOUD, but DARK!
Thanks to Mx’s whale status in Indonesia, we were soon surrounded by girls, including Mx’s fave Ida. I quickly had a decently cute girl with glasses in front of me that was trying her best to keep my attention, but I didn’t want to bite on the first fish that fell in my lap so I was deliberately stand-offish. As conversation was imPOSSIBLE with the music that loud, I just sat back and watched a whole shitload of people thrashing around to the beat like they were in a trance or something. Watching Ida’s little signature dance in particular was amusing, with her arm twirling in the air using an omnipresent cigarette as a sort of glowstick.
Looking around, though, it soon seemed to me that the people thrashing around to the music MUST have been on something. And then I remembered Mx’s reports about ‘disco biscuits’, AKA Ecstasy, and suddenly all became clear: These people were DOPED OUT OF THEIR MINDS. A small conversation with Mx confirmed that their rocket fuel was indeed ‘X’, which he said was openly sold in the women’s bathroom. He also said that financing some party supplies wasn’t the worst investment in the world if I could find someone worth investing in.
Honestly, I was REALLY lazy on my trips to the disco in Batam – I barely took the opportunity to look around, primarily because it was SUPER DARK, SUPER LOUD, I do NOT dance and it was hard eNOUGH to hold a conversation with an Indo chick even with NO noise interference. I didn’t really see the point in stumbling around in the dark to try and ‘see’ the available goods. It seemed to me better to sit back somewhere where there was even a SMALL amount of light and hope that the hotties might pass by at an opportune time.
That first night, though, we ended up being a rather tight little group. Ida would bring over a few friends to ring the table, and Bafana was pretty involved with a girl that I had NO idea at the time had some of the biggest tits I have ever seen in my LIFE, and was pretty pre-occupied with doing tequila shots with her (which are NOT cheap at Pacific!).
The girl with glasses kept ending up in front of me, and pretty soon I gave in to her persistence and let her grind against my lap. While this felt good, I was half hoping that she’d go away so I could be free to grab any others that might be more attractive options (AKA had BIGGER TITS!!!). IDA eventually asked me to ‘u buy 1 drink for my friend’? meaning the girl with glasses, and against my instinct against being tied down, I said ‘OK’, thinking that the girl had been rather exclusively paying attention to me, and that maybe she was thirsty.
My mouth flew open, however, when the waiter came back and wanted 47,000 rupiah for what looked like a COKE. WTF? 47K? It was pretty useless to try and argue with the language barrier and inability to HEAR, so I just bit my lip and paid. Mx would say later that the girl probably ordered some kind of mixed drink, and that it should have been my first clue that I had a bit of a hustler on my hands. Oh well.
For the better part of the next hour, the girl with glasses (that had a pretty NICE body despite the lacking tits) pretty much kept grinding against my crotch without stopping, and this got me damned horny – to the point where I was needing to do something about it. I started looking a little closer at the girl, and she was indeed pretty attractive. I had certainly done worse in my mongering career.
My hand was forced a bit when the girl started hitting me up to buy her some ‘X’. I told Mx and told Ida, and Mx’s advice was that it might not be a bad investment if I was planning on taking the girl. Ida told me the procedure was to give the girl the money and she’d buy it and come back. Ida said it cost 120,000 Rupiah.
For some reason my sense of cheapness was suspended, and I handed the money over to the girl with glasses, and she happily headed off into the darkness. I was thinking the whole time that ‘this better be worth it’! And this thought lingered for awhile. Because 15 minutes passed and glasses girl didn’t come back. I mentioned this to Ida, and she looked around for a second or two, threw her hands up in the air, and said something profound like ‘I don’t know’.
I waited another 5 minutes before I started to get a little steamed, but it was becoming obvious that glasses girl took the money and RAN. Oh well, it probably serves me right for extending credit to someone I knew NOTHING about, but it also didn’t leave me with a high opinion of Ida’s reliability when she had originally introduced the girl as ‘her friend’.
My pouting in the dark didn’t last too long, though, as I was approached by a chick that seemed decent looking and quite thin. She kind of hung around for a minute or so before getting VERY friendly and grinding against me. Hands roaming were no problem, and between them and my DICK, it was soon determined that the chick had a GREAT ass and NO tits. But I was so horny that I figured it would feel really GREAT to get a nice long BJ. And when I confirmed that my new disco bunny would give me some “#1 ice cream”, it was time to head back to the hotel and let the games begin.
And my new amiga certainly held up her end of the bargain, both sucking and fucking like a champ. What she lacked in tits she more than made up for with enthusiasm, and we went at it for a good hour in the middle of the night before I finished with sparks flying.
After we both cleaned up, I was then a little confused as to whether she was planning on sticking around for a morning round. As she was so good the first time I certainly wasn’t about to kick her out unless she made the first move, and she answered all questions by crawling naked into bed and cuddling up next to me. Cool.
It was quite late when we finished boning, and I was DAMNED READY to get some sleep, but as my last girl in Bangkok had, Disco Girl didn’t make it easy to drift off to sleep because she laid there in complete silence – almost appearing not to BREATHE – and quite noisily clicked her teeth together. I finally had to turn on the TV with a bit of volume to drown out the noise in order to fall asleep, but it wasn’t restful sleep as Disco Girl began tossing and turning when the teeth clicking eventually stopped.
After a couple hours of this, Disco Girl finally caught me in a semi-awake moment and told me she needed to eat something, did I have anything to eat? I was kind of amused by this, as it was the first time a bar girl had ever asked me for FOOD, much less in such a desperate manner. Maybe this chick was so skinny because she hadn’t eaten for weeks or something!!!
I told her to get dressed and we’d go downstairs for breakfast. Upon arrival downstairs I felt a little self-conscious sitting down with an obvious whore amid a whole BUNCH of families with kids running around, but burying my face in food tended to clear my mind of such thoughts. Disco Girl certainly DID eat like it was her last meal, filling a plate so full of fried rice that it was surprising she could carry the damned thing!
I was initially worried about the bill for the breakfast, as I had no idea how much it cost. I had brought the coupon for a free breakfast that I had been given upon check-in, but it became obvious that there was not going to be a check delivered. Looked like breakfast was free for the whole entourage, another budget stretcher.
After eating a damned impressive amount of food, we went back to the room and I got a little more head before we got a chance to sleep for a few more precious hours. When I woke up with a boner, I was glad that I still had a place to put it, and Disco Girl gave it up without so much as a whimper and like her LIFE depended on it, as she had the night before.
I had actually texted Mx a little earlier that morning about what I should pay her if she decided to bail after breakfast with no second round. I was thinking 170K for one bonk and some severe tossing and turning. In what would end up being a recurring theme, Ida threw her two cents in and said I was being cheap, that 200K was a minimum comp., even for short time. Luckily I DID get a second round, and ended up giving Disco Girl 230K (~US$26) for the 6 hours or so she spent with me. I figured that was more than fair as it was close to what the booking places charged for all-nighters, and she got to keep the whole fee instead of mamasan taking her cut. Disco Girl didn’t say a thing, didn’t whine for taxi money, just pocketed the money and kissed me goodbye. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?
When it came time to take pics, however, I silently cursed the lighting at Pacific: While my overnight guest had a tremendously FIT body, and was certainly an enthusiastic and skilled bed partner, the girl was pretty DAMNED UGLY! Easily the ugliest skinny girl I’d ever fucked to that point. Funny, though, but in the DARK it was ALL GOOD!
Photos: Sedona Tits 48 49 50
Photos: Disco Girl 51 52 53 54
