I managed to sleep extremely well after booting out the two girls who had managed to talk their way into my room at 1 AM the previous night, which was probably a good thing because hanging out solo in Batam and being all fucked out like I was at that point probably would have been pretty boring if I had been up extremely early like I almost always am in Asia. I pretty much spent the day waiting for MongerX and Epimetheus to show up from Singapore, and they didn’t end up arriving until early evening.

Upon getting up I remembered that I had promised to head back to the booking place where I had gone short time the night before and book my girl from there for the day/night. And in HINDSIGHT, I should have kept my appointment and been there at opening at 10 AM, as she surely would have been a pleasant diversion in what turned into a pretty slow day. But I can’t emphasize enough how sexually exhausted I was at that point. My dick was permanently shriveled and dormant, and as I mentioned in the previous chapter, was working on developing a CALLOUS on the shaft. I needed REST, but of course the mind was still pretty actively lecherous and everywhere I looked in Batam I saw hotties. I knew the generous supply of vitamin V a benevolent soul from the Asia board had hooked me up with before I left on this trip could take care of the shriveled and dormant part, but the abused penis wouldn’t regain feeling or normal texture without a pretty strict timeout.

After spending some time at the pool I needed to get something to eat as I had missed the free breakfast at the Island View. Of course this meant heading down the hill towards the dens of debauchery, and even after planning to use the internet for awhile I knew I’d probably end up at least looking in several of the booking places simply for lack of anything better to do.

While Batam isn’t the easiest place to get around without the help of a guide and find places that you even know the names and addresses of, after several days of wandering around I had managed to establish a route to a few places that at least wouldn’t get me LOST. And once I could manage to walk from my hotel to the Lucky Plaza mall area, that meant that there were a good cluster of KTV/booking places that I could stop into along that route.

It was still my plan to spend the evening with the girl I had short-timed the night before, and I managed to duck into the booking place where she worked about 2 PM to see her get instantly happy and smile at me from the fishbowl. I was happy to be remembered. I pointed toward the reception area and she got up to walk down and meet me there.

Or so I thought. Things pretty much instantly fell apart when I noticed two quite LOUD English speaking guys having a discussion with the mamasan, and I soon saw some beer bellied old guy waving wildly for MY girl to join them. When she started looking around confused, the mamasan clapped her hands and started yelling at her to get her attention, and she obediently headed straight towards them while kind of sheepishly walking right past me. My mouth dropped open at that point, but there really wasn’t much I could do about it without pretty much making an ass of myself and starting some shit with the other party, and fighting over ANYTHING, much less a hooker, is NOT my style.

So I took a seat and stewed while she had a drink with the loud guys, trying to stare at the fishbowl instead of casting looks in her direction. I was telling myself that I couldn’t be THAT unlucky to have the girl I wanted booked out from under my nose in the early afternoon on a TUESDAY, could I? Uh, GUESS AGAIN! Sure enough, after 5 minutes of sitting there mute because she couldn’t communicate, one of the old guys apparently had decided that he couldn’t resist her charms and they headed up the stairs for short time.

While I knew that this was mostly my fault for not arriving earlier as I’d said I would, I was pretty pissed that mamasan had delivered the girl I was 2 seconds away from booking for the night to another party. I glared at her as she came over and she gave me some stupid apology and I explained why I was upset, that I had seen the girl first and was at the desk ready to book her. She responded that it was my fault because I hadn’t been there at 10 AM as promised. She offered to let me WAIT as my LOVE was only going up to give “massage”. Not excited about sloppy seconds, I stormed out in a huff.

I was kind of cursing to myself like a crazy man all the way back to the hotel, not believing my luck. Bules are not all that common in Batam, there were dozens of booking joints, dozens of girls in each one, it was a slow TUESDAY AFTERNOON, and I had been beaten to the punch by a bule taking the ONE GIRL that I was after! What in the world were the odds of THAT?

Of course I couldn’t really blame the guy, as anyone with a PULSE would have jumped on a girl with that kind of body as soon as they saw her.

My tail thoroughly between my legs, I arrived back at the hotel, where I realized I had nothing to do. In both Thailand and the Philippines I preferred to spend as much time as possible in girlie bars, but those venues simply didn’t EXIST in Batam – there was a grand total of ONE (PP Bananas), and it was only open in the afternoons on weekends.

I remembered that there was a bar with a pool table up some very steep steps from the hotel swimming pool, and I figured I’d head down there and see what the place was like. It turned out that it was happy hour and that I’d get a third beer free if I bought two. The pool tables weren’t occupied – the only other people there were the bartender and his (gay?) buddy – and I had nothing else to do, so I ordered the three Heinekens, got some change for the pool table (1 sing dollar per game – OUCH!), and suddenly had a plan for at least an hour or so.

The bartender and his friend took quite a bit of interest in my shooting pool for some reason, and pretty soon I was asking them if they wanted to play as it beat sitting there practicing (I SUCK) with an audience. The friend said sure, why not, and pretty soon I was getting my ass kicked in proper fashion.

In between shots I started playing with my phone and ended up texting A, who was probably the only female in Batam whose number I had at the time. She quickly called me back (I guess spoken cavegirl English beats the written kind) and determining I was alone, said she’d be right there. Tangible dividend number 8,376 from having a cellphone in Asia.

A arrived within half an hour, and by that time I was working on my second round of three beers and sweating my ASS off in the afternoon humidity in the open air bar. Alcohol and humidity are a BAAAAAD combination if you don’t like sweating. A and I played one game of pool, but she really wasn’t into it, and I was extremely self conscious about sweating so much. After finishing the last beer, we headed for my room.

Fairly drunk at the time and much more interested in a shower than a romp in the bed with A, I quickly headed to the shower while she stayed watching TV, and changed into clean clothes feeling a lot more refreshed. I’m not sure exactly when, but somehow Ida ended up in my room as well, claiming to be waiting for Mx, whose arrival was supposedly imminent. I was happy to sit there soaking up some AC, watching some TV and listening to a dozen questions from Ida about when Mx was going to show up. But a couple minutes later she asked me if I could give them some money to go get high. Not MY idea of a good time (I get drunk instead), but I asked how much it’d take. I was told 100,000 rupiah (~ 11 bucks), and thinking that it might be a good investment for later in the evening with A, I figured what the hell.

But when digging into my pocket to fish out some cash, I was more than a little surprised that there was no money there. OK, I remembered that I had changed clothes. I dug in my closet for the shorts I had been wearing, quickly rifled through them, checking all pockets (or so I THOUGHT), and again, there was no cash. And the ugly thought hit me immediately: A had taken all my money.

The vast majority of memories I have with drinking are positive ones – I associate alcohol with a ‘party’. But as anyone who drinks to excess more than occasionally knows, the dark side of alcohol is that it can seriously impair your judgement, and I mean make you do some REALLY, really, REALLY fucked up things that you have NO idea at the time you are doing. Fortunately I don’t have a lot of these incidents, but enough of them to have seen me do some very shitty things in my life, some things that I am VERY ashamed of. And accusing A of stealing my money when (a la my ‘lost’ ATM card event in Thailand) I had merely stashed it before heading to the shower ranks right up there for me.

A, of course, immediately denied taking any money. Ida tried to calm me down by saying she ‘knew’ her and that she wouldn’t do it. I was still livid. I demanded several times that she give it back, and of course, I got a ‘what the FUCK?’ kind of stare in return.

Finally I started crazily rifling through my stuff and babbling about ‘police’, when the one of the single shittiest feelings in my life flooded through me when I reached into a random pocket and found the ~600,000 rupiah. I’d been missing. I was instantly TRULY remorseful, and I mean I felt HORRIBLE. I apologized profusely, but A wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of being angry at me. She just gave me a blank stare and said ‘it’s OK’.

Now feeling like the LEAST I could do would be to offer to finance their drug mission, I offered up the 100K. Ida and A took the cash and headed out saying they’d be right back. While I sat and popped a few more beers while sulking. Seeing my UGLY side was a pretty jarring experience.

The girls did indeed return quickly and pretty soon they started constructing some sort of elaborate drug consuming device. I’m pretty damned square when it comes to drugs, and I don’t know dick about what they were planning to smoke or how they concocted the device, but I remember a sample size shampoo bottle, some q-tips and a lighter being featured prominently. I was kind of fascinated by the whole process and the girls just sat there doing all of this right in front of my staring eyes without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Having two hookers doing drugs in your 3rd world hotel room is probably not the definition of a SAFE way to vacation, and if I hadn’t been a little buzzed myself and still feeling guilty for accusing A of stealing, I’d like to think I never would have allowed this to happen – as I said, I’m not at ALL into drugs and never have been (although I did do a little experimenting with valium on my past couple of trips to the PI). But I am not a moralizing twerp either, and since we were in a locked room with an open window to throw any contraband out of, I didn’t see too much risk in it. Well, at least while drunk and shamed…

After a good 15 minutes of hitting the pipe (these girls were puffing maCHINES!!!) the girls had finished their business, and in a matter of excellent timing, Mx called to say that he and Epi were checked into the apartment and invited us to come on down.

It was good to see Epi in circumstances far happier than frantically dashing around LAX parking lots looking for my lost plane ticket to Asia like the last time I had seen him a couple weeks earlier. I was SURE he was going to like Batam, and he was already pretty impressed with the apartment he and Mx were sharing at Island View. Always the great host, Mx had even given Epi the larger room with the TV instead of the smaller room with the bathroom inside.

Upon meeting up with some of my best friends ever in the mongering game, I quickly blurted out a summary of the last 36 hours activities inluding my meltdown over the ‘missing money’ and how I still felt pretty shitty about it. The boys were a lot more interested in tales of the carnivorous nature and in seeing some pics. Mx was instantly inCREDULOUS when I told him I had kicked Meli out of the room without even touching her the night before, as he had been lusting after her for some time. As things turned out, Epi and Mx would BOTH spend some quality time with Meli in the next week while I never even got another real shot at her. Their good fortune, my bad.

I was well ready to head for the pujasera, but I can’t remember if we made it there that evening or not. I know we ditched the girls at some point for a trip to PP Bananas before meeting up with them later at Pacific Disco. I’d love to report Epi’s first impressions of Batam, but I’ll leave that to him in a future report. I’m pretty sure he had at least a DECENT time, though. I know he hit the lineup at PP Bananas pretty hard during the time that I was with him in Batam.

Mx and I (not sure if Epi was there or not on his first night) met up with the girls at Pacific, and A was an excellent companion. She did ask me to buy her a ‘disco biscuit’, and despite having already given her money for drugs once that day, I asked ‘how much’ and she told me 100K, which was less than Mx had told me the going rate for X (sold in the bathrooms) was. In the interest of having an insanely horny girl in the sack with me a little later I gave her the cash and she was back within minutes with her booty that she popped right in front of me. This was actually nice, as my previous memory of fronting a girl money for X in Pacific was her taking the money and disappearing.

After popping her pill, A was pretty aggressive about wanting to head back to my room. I thought it unlikely that she’d so suddenly become horny, but something Crazier wrote in a recent report may explain her behavior: She wanted to go fuck me and then head BACK to the disco before the X fully kicked in. At the time, however, I was pretty damned happy that my date wanted to go fuck, and sore dick be damned, it sounded good to me!

And when we got back to the room, sex with A was quite a bit better than it had been the day before. While she had generally been compliant the day before, this time she was a bit aggressive, and her increased passion level ended up being key in me finishing in a rather timely fashion.

At that point (after 2 AM), I was quite done for the evening, but A surprised me a little bit when she asked to go back out to the disco, insisting she’d be back in a couple of hours. Still being quite a newbie in Batam, I didn’t really know what to think at that point, but figured that I was tired and would probably sleep better alone in any event, I said what the hell, go ahead, I’m going to stay here and SLEEP. She was quite happy that I said OK, and promised to be back by 5 AM. I had little to lose, as I hadn’t given her any money besides the drug money so far that day.

I quickly fell happily asleep, and was blissfully sawing logs when the doorbell rang at about 5 AM. Note (for security purposes) that I didn’t say the PHONE rang! For the second night in a row I was awakened from a DEEP sleep by a cewek wanting inside my room, although this time I should have been expecting it. A got about the same walking DEAD response, though, and, and ended up interrupting my sleep in a far more annoying fashion. It became pretty obvious that she wasn’t ready to crash after her X hit, and as a Bangkok date had done early in my trip, ended up lying perfectly still next to me, naked with eyes open and TEETH CLICKING every few seconds. As you might imagine, for someone wanting desperately to get back to sleep, this was exTREMELY annoying.

I liked A, and was happy she had come back to stay with me (especially after my severe idiocy that afternoon), but many times for me on Asia trips SLEEP is more precious than a hottie in my bed, and this was one of the more extreme examples. Since there was no way I could get back to sleep through the racket, I ended up eating her closely-cropped pussy for awhile and then trying to complete a half-assed session with her while I was still half-asleep. After 15 minutes or so of trying (without any of the efforts she had put in a few hours earlier), I finally just hopped off, rolled over and figured I’d try counting sheep or something. Fucking her actually did get her teeth to stop clicking, though, thank BUDDHA! I’ll keep that in mind for the next time.

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"Of course I couldn’t really blame the guy, as anyone with a PULSE would have jumped on a girl with that kind of body as soon as they saw her."

Uh... she had a face too. Of course, I'm not one to talk either as I've got MORE then my fair share of "WTF was I THINKIN'" pics. Still, her body is nothing short of epic, although the box needed some work.

BTW, stopped by Feminy the other day and she was missing from the lineup.

"I dug in my closet for the shorts I had been wearing, quickly rifled through them, checking all pockets (or so I THOUGHT), and again, there was no cash. And the ugly thought hit me immediately: A had taken all my money.

The vast majority of memories I have with drinking are positive ones – I associate alcohol with a ‘party’. But as anyone who drinks to excess more than occasionally knows, the dark side of alcohol is that it can seriously impair your judgement, and I mean make you do some REALLY, really, REALLY fucked up things that you have NO idea at the time you are doing. Fortunately I don’t have a lot of these incidents, but enough of them to have seen me do some very shitty things in my life, some things that I am VERY ashamed of."

Sounds like Tony paid you a visit here. I remember how bad you felt about this. We traded hellos, I said something about your snappy new haircut, and you told me "I'm going to hell". I replied "for what reason THIS time?" I could tell you really DID feel like shit. If I remember though, you did fully recover later that trip...

E

I thought my perfect titted girl was actually cute at times, though her face certainly isn't her best feature. Ghastly makeup didn't help, nor did a complexion problem that probably resulted from the makeup.

I was indeed truly sorry for falsely accusing A so instinctively when my money wasn't where I thought it was 'supposed to be'. If someone had done that to ME, I'd have been devastated, but she just brushed it off, which let me off the hook. I certainly recovered from my remorse enough the next day to provoke a dispute about just compensation.

Oh, and thanks for reminding me about that haircut!

Porker

When I was in Singapore this last time I was able to "recover" a photo of your haircut. I'll post that pic for all to see once I get it on a CD and over to this Inet cafe.

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