Batam Escapades - Series V - Last night of Disco Fun during Ramadan 04

It was confirmed that Thursday night, the 11th of November would be the last night before the end of Ramadan when nightspots would be closed for 5 days from Friday the 12th to Wednesday the 17th of November.

The 11th itself being a Hindhu holiday in Singapore, it did not take any persuasion for Ghenggis and I to pack our golfing bag and head out to Batam for a day of golf and a night of more debauchery.

A large of group of Singapore golfers had also made the same decision and we were informed that we could only tee off at 2pm (Batam time) despite crossing on the 12.30 ferry (Singapore time).

We arrived at Tering Bay exactly at 12.40 Batam time and had more than an hour to kill.

Regrets?
Never when you have time to spend at the Massage located within the gentlemen’s changing room.

All the ladies were still free because the early golfers had not returned to the clubhouse. Ghenggis opted for I** while I decided to sample F**** having previously had both I** and U**. Discovering her sweet smile and pretty face (much nicer than her photos which do not do her justice) on a previous visit, I was happy to be able to spend some time in her hands this visit.

In the massage room and she said, “ buka semua, jangan malu depan saya, ya.”
(take all off, don’t be shy in front of me ya). Without hesitating, I unwrapped my towel and hopped on the massage bed face down.

She was professional and gave me a good all-round massage starting with my legs and working her way up my entire torso. It was not great but it was nice. For most of 40 minutes, while she worked, we chatted about her life and family. She had come from Medan about 3 years ago and worked first at a factory in Muka Kuning. About 7 months ago, she applied for and was taken in as a masseur at the Pura Jaya hotel. When Tering Bay was reopened, she was recruited to move over to the current location.

She had married a local lad who had lost his job so she was the current breadwinner of her family. No, they did not have children as yet. I tested her to see if she would dine out with me later and come to my room and she said yes, provided the boss Mr Poh did not invite the entire team of masseurs to dinner with other golfer friends at the end of that day. She said that whenever they had the bosses personal golfing guests, they were always invited to dinner and it was possible that she would not be available that night.

I asked her about her husband? Would he not mind if she was late in getting back. She said it was OK if it was her work related duty and so long as it was not too late and overnight.

In her own words, “diam aja boleh lah.” (keep quiet can). I enquired what she meant and she said that so long as both of us keep quiet and there are no witnesses, its would be alright. I visualized her naked before me and my hotrod shoving its way in and out. The little pecker stirred and hardened a little.

When she had done my back, she asked me to turn over and then massaged the front from the legs and thighs up to my chest. Then she smiled sweetly and said, “lagi mau massage di mana?” (where else would you like to massage?) As she said that, she stroked my groin and the base of my pecker with the utmost delicacy and care, smiling as if serving me a cup of tea. My erection was instant and I swelled to a dark red. Reaching out with my hand, I grabbed her bum and slid my hand to feel her thighs and said, “ Sayang, bila saya enak, mau dua dua enak.” (when I have pleasure, I like it to be two persons having pleasure). She continued to stroke the base of my tool from the balls up to the tip and gently played at its tip and I throbbed. She motioned her hand to show me that she would masturbate for me and I shook my head and said, “tidak mau gitu, kalau boleh, abang mau berdua enak.” (don’t want this way, if possible, I want both of us have pleasure together). It was time for golf, and I sat up and kissed her on her neck and ears and said, “malam ni, kalau boleh, datang ya?” (tonight, if possible, come to me)

She blinked at me and said, “abang, kenapa tidak mau, kasi keluar lah, nanti kangen.” (brother, why don’t want, let it out, afterwards, you all tensed up) I smiled, “tidak lah, abang tidak suka bergini, tidak enak, thank you ya.” (no, I don’t want like this, no pleasure, thank you). I picked up my clothes from the room, took out S$10 and gave it to her. On my way out, I saw Ghenggis sitting there resting from his session and both he and I** were smiling and talking to each other. I went into the shower to wash off the lotion that was used on my body during my massage wondering to myself if I should have let her give me relief. It would have cost me dearly if I did.

For the first 7 holes, Ghenggis played just 2 over par and walloped me good and I had a hard time to keep up. My reckoning was that I** had really given him superb relief and I carried half a hard on at least for the same number of holes. The weather was great and I looked forward to the evening’s entertainment.

We checked in to the City View Hotel just before 7pm, local time and decided to give the pujaseras a miss for the night. Instead, we opted for a simple Nasi Padang in front of the Formosa Hotel nearby. It was forgettable. Then to Lucky Plaza to buy some mango juice and fresh mangos which were irresistible.

On the walk back to the hotel, Ghenggis said that he wanted another massage and we dropped into Super for an hour. My sweet M***, an unfinished project was available and I passed her the mangos to cut up so we could all enjoy it for dessert during the session.

They were a little unripe and I thought it was a nice change from a fully riped fruit. Super’s in-house facility is a simple huge massage room with individual mattresses separated by curtains . I did not do anything naughty there as we had two beds alongside for the 2 of us and our masseurs so we could share the mango slices together. The massage was good and our bodies were rejuvenated. Nothing naughty happened.

After that, back to the hotel for some rest before the nights activities.

On the way from Nongsa to Nagoya earlier, I had prepared the following SMS message, “Abang ada di Batam hari ni, mau berkenal?” (Brother is in Batam today, do you want to meet?) In my mobile phone, there were no less than 20 odd names of ladies I had met in the discos Planet and Pacific over the recent months. Just mobile phone numbers which were really a mystery to me because I always ask the ladies for their phone numbers when I meet them in the disco.

Half the time, I had been quite intoxicated so it was quite impossible for me to put a face behind the numbers. My thinking was that they were at least decently attractive for me to collect the numbers.

Anyway, it was pot luck and I could still decide if I wanted them if they showed up. Using the broadcast software of the Nokia 6600, I had blasted the message out to the entire list of mystery numbers to see if I could get some response. During the course of my massage and over dinner, I was getting quite a few answers from that exercise. Most of them were also mystified and enquired who I was, typically “siapa ni, abang dari mana?” (who is that brother from where?) My response was to reply, “ Ni A*** yg. berkenal kau di kemarin di Pacific. Malam ni mau kenal di Pacific jam 11.00” (This A***, that you met last time in Pacific. Tonight, would you like to meet at Pacific at 11.00) Quite a few answers came in over the course of the evening and most of it was to inform me that they were back in Kampong. One came in as from as far away as Aceh while others were from Jakarta and other parts of Java. One particular girl had me on a multiple exchange of SMS before telling me that she was in Jakarta. Two of them were keen to meet at Pacific. We agreed that on arrival, we would locate each other by SMS and I would call them once I get their message.

Unlike our usual routine to go to the pub, this evening, we upped and went straight to Pacific arriving at 11pm. Our friends (the doormen & security) at the front door were smiling and one of them led us to a table and I tipped him 20k just to let him know we appreciated the privilege.

The disco was starting to fill and the crowd was just arriving. M**** a Chinese girl was there at the next table in front of us and she turned round to smile at us. I pondered if we should target her that evening. Knowing her character, I decided to stay with my plan.

Cindy a freelance girl appeared at a table behind us with Yanti and another lady who she pushed at me. Giggling, the girl said sorry and I grabbed her just to feel out her body and look her face in the darkness of the disco. Not my type I concluded, and returned her laughter. That’s one of the things I loved about Batam disco, you can literally “molest” any girl who comes within vicinity and nobody would complain as it would be expected. I have never groped so many happy ladies in my life before coming to Batam’s discos.

On my nokia, the message alerted me as follows, “Emy dah di Pacific, mana abang?” (Emy is already at Pacific, where brother?) This was from one of the two girls that had responded positively to my earlier efforts. I replied, “ saya di tempat di-luar kamar kecil cewek.” (I am near the ladies’ toilet) Walking towards the ladies toilet, I kept my distance while looking out for a solitary girl on her own and spotted a petite looking girl. I went to the side bar, sat down, pulled out my other mobile and rang her number to see if it would be her and I saw her picking up the call. I let the call die and walked past her on the way out to the lobby so I could “view her” before I approached her. It was really quite hard to tell at that distance but she looked alright. On my way back in from the lobby, I went straight up to her and said, “Eny?” She smiled and confirmed she was and I held her hand and led her to our table and Ghenggis grinned at me.

Ordered us a drink each and she requested for “ubat.” (estacy). I shook my head and said, “tidak mau, nanti kau tidak mau pulang.” (don’t want or you might not want to go back later) She said, “malam ni malam akhir, Eny mau enak aja, OK?” (tonight is the last night (before shut down), Eny wants to have fun OK?).
I shook my head held her body to feel it out and said, “nanti sudah makan ubat, making love tidak enak.” (after you take estacy, the love making will be no pleasure). She kept quiet and I pondered my two previous sessions with other ladies who had been on the stuff. It’s never been great for me to bonk a lady high on estacy so far. I rather have a slightly tipsy girl than one high on drugs. My experience was that the estacy gave them energy but the bonking was mostly as if with a “robot” and I did not enjoy that as much as someone who could feel my prick going up their tunnel.

She persisted with a few more request for the stuff and I finally relented. Waved a waiter down and she asked him for the stuff. He went away and returned to inform her that there was none available downstairs that evening. He said that we could get it upstairs and I asked her to wait while I went upstairs to get it for her.

Took the elevator there and waved down one of the security staff. “Ada ubat sini, abang cari?” (do you have estacy here, I am looking for it?) I said to him. He said, “malam ni, tidak jual, tunggu, saya minta untok kau.” (tonight none for sale, I will check again) He went away to talk to another person nearby. He came back and confirmed that none was being sold that night but he could send someone out to get it for me. He asked me how many I wanted. I was relieved and told him it was OK, if someone has to go out to get it, forget it as I really did not want the stuff for myself anyway.

Went downstairs and told Eny that there was none at Pacific that night. A raid was expected and she stood up and rubbed her body on mine and commenced to dance to the music. I held her and felt up her breasts. Not bad, just a handful I concluded, I would take her back if she agreed. Meantime another SMS arrived and my phone vibrated in my pants. I checked and it was Yanti, the other one who had replied that she would come. I passed the phone to Ghenggis and showed him the message. It said. “aku sudah di Pacific, di luar pintu.” (I am already at Pacific outside the door). I punched the number into his phone and asked him to go out and call her to see what she looked like and decide if he wanted her.

He went out and finally came in with a taller girl and, she looked absolutely alright to me there. She instantly caressed him and kissed him on the cheeks and neck and I thought to myself, that I would not mind her too.

Eny excused herself and indicated that she wanted to go to the toilet. I nodded and off she went. 15 minutes later she had still not returned. I concluded that she had scooted off to look for her ubat and would probably not return if another guy would get her the “fix”. No problems I thought looking around me and the multiple talents that was arriving at Pacific. I will surely find what I want there that night!

I took my usual route round the back wall to the right hand bar, cruised that and through the mid-section and back to our table. Ghenggis and Yanti were making out alright and my Eny had not returned. Along the back wall, I ran into the girl I had taken back the last Saturday night. She smiled and knew I was not taking her again despite the fact that I had more than a decent time with her.

In my head, I was searching for little cute “A**** who I had done last Friday. She had been one of the better bonks of recent months with a hard tight body and I know we had mutually gratified each other. A smallish built petite number grabbed me at the rear wall and I thought it was her momentarily. It turned out to be another girl and she had heavy make up on. I decided it was not A**** and I was not interested in someone so heavily made up.

Went back towards my table and passed 3 girls dancing their lives away and one of them was built the way I like them, slim without being thin and a decent face. I cosied up and danced a little with her and held her close to have a better look. Seemed alright so I took her hand and led her to the connecting corridor between the lobby and the disco and had a good look at her. She had on some make up to try to cover some pimples on her face on one side and she was attractive in her own way. My one track mind had already decided that she was the one I wanted, the decision based on the way she danced. My buddies and I always thought that women fucked as well as they danced. Monica was her name and my prick was already half awake from her gyrations.

I asked her if she would go with me and she said ST or LT? I said ST berapa and booking how much? She said, ST 250k and booking 500k. I laughed and said, booking300k OK? She shooked her head and walked away, “tidak bisa.” (not possible).

I told her that I would ST her for 200k but, give me some time to drink first and she said OK. She went back to her friends and I to our table keeping my options open in case something better turned up. Quite a few pretty girls walked by my table but, each one of them was with some other guy or going to a guy infested table and there was no new “mark” that I encountered over the next half hour. Meantime, Ghenggis had disappeared with Yanti and sent me a message that he was leaving.

My “date” Eny called me to tell me that she was at Planet looking for estacy and would be back. I message her that I would wait 10 minutes knowing that she would not be back once she started to get high at Planet. No, I was not going to waste my time waiting for a drugged girl to reappear. I needed instant relief and I was happy with Monica to provide for my needs.

She came up to my table and asked me for 15 minutes to monkey around with her friends. I said OK she pointed the direction of where she would be. I told her to come back when she was ready and she did. We then left the disco me, leading the way holding her hand. Waved goodnight to the doormen our friends and paid the ransom of 20k as usual for the 5 minute ride back to the City View. The security guy grinned at me.

Having taken back numerous ladies from Planet and Pacific, my conclusion was to negotiate ST and LT with the ladies and agree to ST. If the lady is good, convert the ST to LT if you want to have another shot or two after the first round. That way, a less interesting and creative ST could be out of your room leaving you a peaceful nights sleep while a great partner could be kept for more debauchery for the rest of the night.

Monica undressed with some help from me and told me she had just showered before arriving at the disco. I said me too and she proceeded to help me undress virtually ripping my shirt and jeans off me. She started to lick my nipples and moved her focus down to my ding-a-ling. Starting with the area between my arse and balls, she gave me a nice touch of licks and then up the shaft. I said to her, “jangan ice cream ya, aku keluar cepat, gini aja ok” (don’t ice cream me, like this is alright as I shoot out quickly) to let her know not to blow me. I avoid bare back blow jobs nowadays and I do like being licked at the outer areas of my tool so long as my bare head and under foreskin areas are not exposed.

With my rod fully swollen, I passed her the packet of durex and indicated that she should cap me. She bit the pack open and then put it on but could not complete the capping of my tool. She ripped it off and asked me for another. Dammit, I thought, wasted one of my two remaining condoms. I passed her another one. Slowly I said, and this time, she managed to roll it on properly. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me to enter. I kissed her more than on her breasts and nipples and put the tip of my tool at her entrance and inched it in a little. It felt good and I prodded in and out at the entrance and I could feel her juices flowing. This was a girl who liked to fuck I thought to myself. Stroking the entrance and proceeding deeper and deeper. Within the minute, I was already burying myself to the limit and she met each and every down-thrust with an upward movement of her body.

I was in form and unlikely to erupt without control. I love being in control when screwing and soon rolled her over to be on top. Let the women work for their pleasure and money. That’s my policy and I grabbed at her breast and squeezed them hard while she rode me for all her life. This was no starfish, a girl who knew that f*****g was a mutual activity of pleasure. I let her gyrate herself to rub her clit on me and while squeezing at my tool. Some minutes later, I flipped her over again and went back to my slow motion piston action on her. She started to pant and made some animal noises while I brought the piston to a speed. When I was satisfied that I had burnt up some juice, I turned stopped and could feel her cunt throbbing around my prick and rested. Then, I told her that I was going to shoot and starting to build up action and pumping for my dear life. She paced me well and continued to meet each stroke of mine with her upward motion.

I let out a grunt and let it flow out exactly when I could feel her urgency again. Then, I eased the weight off her but stayed above her and let my prick twitch a little. She squeezed me with her cunt. I kissed her neck and breast and asked her if it was good and she smiled, “enak.” (nice)

She said that she was born, Indonesian to a Chinese mother and pribumi father. Had gone to live with her sister in Petaling Jaya, Malaysia at the age of 10. Today, she carries a Malaysian passport and ID and has been to Singapore too. She confessed that because of “shabu shabu” she had been in jail for 6 months in Malaysia and I was shocked. At her age of 22, a woman of terrible experiences and yet, a fun loving girl from what I could see. I pondered if I should keep her for the whole night but I decided that she should not stay. Her phone vibrated and she told me that one of her friends was sick having consumed estacy at Planet disco. She wanted to pick her up and send her to the doctor at the hospital. I agreed that it was best she go and she went into the shower to clean up. I did the same after she came out and gave her 200k as agreed. She smiled, kissed me and took leave of me smiling all the way saying “lain kali jumpa” (meet again next time).

It was a good bonk, not great but good.
I was gratified.. She had given me every rupiah worth of my money and I soon dozed off and awoke with a huge erection wondering if I should have kept her or asked her to return in the morning. Itt was too late for such regrets. Time for breakfast and back to another day of golfing before returning to Singapore. With discos and all night places ordered to be closed, it was pointless to stay another night. Of course, we could have made private arrangements and partied in the hotel and room but, that’s not the same ball game.

At breakfast, we ate at the Sudir Mampir coffee shop and ran into bushranger and a Belgian gentleman who had just come in from Tg. Balai, Karimun. They looked happy enough and they joined us for breakfast too. Hope they enjoyed the soft boiled eggs, local style.

Later, we had another enjoyable round of golf at Indah Puri and returned to Singapore late
that evening. On the boat, I received an SMS from Mongerx. “On the way to Batam, had an unbelievable time with H*** last night.” I knew that was the reason he did not turn up as planned. Well, the man knows his way around and surely has someone lined up to merry up his room for the night..Lets see what he has to report later I thought. I almost wanted to jump back into the water and swim the distance to Pleasure Island for another night. But, I do enjoy going out and nothing would really be open for the “hunt”.

Photos: Monica

Wow Crazier, I like the looks of this Monica. Please feel free to point her out to me when we are in Pacific.

Sign me up for the Monica tour !!

The bad news is that Monica's HP number was lost together with my mobile that was taken by Annie! Well, if fate decides, I am sure we'll see her somewhere sometime in Pacific!