As great of a time as I’d had with Chocolate Big Titty Girl (CBTG), as with Rio Rita girl a few days earlier, I was slightly annoyed in the morning when she wanted to leave by 8 AM. While I told myself that this was probably nothing personal and that the fear of mamasan was probably behind them not wanting to stick around, I was disappointed that an all-night booking fee didn’t get the girl to stick around until sometime in the afternoon if I wanted her to, like I was used to in Angeles City.

CBTG was extremely lovey-dovey before she left, and DEMANDED to see me again, which I’d have been happy to oblige if I’d had more time in Batam. But as I had a flight to Bangkok scheduled for the next night (Saturday) and a flight from BKK-MNL scheduled for Sunday, that Friday night was going to be my last in Batam and I’d already resolved that I was going to spend that night with Ms. Perfect Body, a girl that I’d somehow managed to avoid all week after short timing her on Monday night – an enduring tribute to some of the girls I’d spent time with in the meantime.

As is easy to do in Batam because the booking joints are easy to avoid if you want to, I made an excuse that I had to return to Singapore that day, but that I’d try and return on Saturday to see her before returning to Thailand. Again, CBTG deMANDED that I call her on Saturday and see her before I left. I assured her I would, then dismissed her with a 60K tip and headed down to breakfast.

Over breakfast MongerX related that he’d hooked up with Bafana’s HUGE, HUGE, HUGE titted klepto girl (she apparently stole Bafana’s watch) from the previous weekend when he ran into her at the disco the previous night, and his description of his short time with her had me DROOLING. We argued a bit about who had bigger tits, his and Bafana’s girl or CBTG, and I was firmly convinced that my girl would have been a sure winner. But seeing some of Mx’s pix on his laptop led my mouth to drop open and start DROOLING! If you’re at ALL a REALLY big tit afficionado, you REALLY gotta take a trip to Indonesia while bouncing around Asia. While the average girl probably has slightly bigger tits than the average Filipina, the chance to run into a MONSTER titted girl is significantly greater in Batam.

Epi’s girl the evening before was a PP Bananas girl that appeared REALLY DAMNED SLEEPY at breakfast. She looked a little wall-flowerish for my taste, but Epi seemed pretty happy with his choice and would end up booking her again at least a couple more times.

He managed to ditch her shortly after breakfast, though, and we made plans to head out and do a late morning booking joint crawl. Mx declined to come with, which left me in kind of an awkward position of leading the way around Batam on foot when I considered myself lucky to be able to find my way by stumbling around alone!

Our stated mission late that morning with the sun rising high in the sky and sweat starting to pour off of us as we walked was to find Sedona Country KTV, land of a daytime fishbowl featuring several DOZEN ceweks where Mx and I had both indulged in a short time the previous Friday. All I could remember about finding the place was that it was behind one of the larger hotels near the ‘Nagoya Entertainment District’, but, of course, with me leading the way, we walked in the wrong direction past the hotel, and ended up turned around and sweating profusely in the then-midday heat.

A quick call to Mx confirmed my error in direction, and we turned around and ducked through the hotel parking lot and quickly found Sedona, to find an uninspiring lineup for both Epi and I. Rather than stay there and pick someone, we called Mx and told him to meet us at Rio Rita, a place where I had also enjoyed the lineup the last time I’d been there.

Upon arrival at Rio Rita, I was immediately approached by the young spinner I’d booked there the last time, but she let me know early on that she was already ‘spoken for’ for the evening. I didn’t care, as I still had Ms. Perfect Body on my agenda, and figured I could always go back to Hotel Pelita or hit PP Bananas if THAT didn’t work out.

Our time at Rio Rita seemed unusually subdued, and I imagine that the language barrier was a big reason why. Girls in Indonesia, especially the newer/younger ones simply do NOT speak hardly ANY English, and it’s a real challenge to try and engage them in conversation if you don’t speak any Indonesian, which neither Epi nor I did. Mx spoke a LITTLE BIT, but still seemed to struggle coming up with anything but basic conversation with a prospective booking joint girl.

We hit Ms. Perfect Body’s fishbowl place after that, and I happily paid my evening’s tithe when I saw her in the glass enclosed waiting area. All it took from her was a knowing smile when I walked in and I was HOOKED and DROOLING! As it was still early afternoon and I knew that we still had a trip to an early-opening (on the weekend, anyway) PP Bananas on the agenda, I made a deal with the mamasan that my dreamgirl would be delivered to my room at Island View at 5 PM.

Already well hooked up for the forseeable future that afternoon, I was a little out of it while thinking about my booking place girl when we arrived at Lucy’s/PP Bananas. Epi and Mx jumped right into the fray with the girls at PP’s, but I kind of just sat there bored. I finally did ask to have a drink with the big-titted girl I had been quite excited over on my first visit the previous weekend, but even more weirdly than my last time with her, she sat with me for all of about 90 seconds before heading off to smoke with her friends in the back of the bar. I had NO clue what was up with her and had half a mind to try and get my drink money back, but I just chalked to up to her bitchiness and gladly headed back solo to my room to get ready when the time for my afternoon’s date approached.

Ms. Perfect Body arrived at 5 on the DOT, waiting outside my door with some young scummy-looking local guy standing there with her, who then immediately took off when I welcomed her in. Chalk up another MINUS for Island View security, but another plus in the girl-friendly department.

I was seVERELY happy to FINALLY have Ms. Perfect Body in my room, and I immediately pulled her to the bed and just started smothering her in a flurry of kisses. She was a willing participant, and we ended up boning/napping for the next several hours before I got a call from Bafana that he had arrived and was ready to head for Mx and Epi’s apartment downstairs.

Severely in LOVE with Ms. Perfect Body, to a degree I never imagined possible with someone who I couldn’t at ALL communicate with, I told her to get dressed, that we were going out – something I had consciously tried to avoid with most of the girls I’d booked during my long week in Batam to that point.

Arriving downstairs at the party pad, I saw my three amigos with a small ARMY of girls surrounding all of them. I proudly showed off my extremely shy date, and she clung to my side like a scared child venturing off into a gang-infested sandbox. As all of the girls there at the time were PP Bananas girls, AKA bule specialists, she was probably rightfully intimidated. I found her shyness amazingly sweet, and was quick to give her a squeeze and a kiss when I found her trembling.

Drama rather quickly developed in the party pad when an apparently alREADY drunk Bafana confronted an ex-fave of his that had been apparently serendipitously booked already by EPI as part of a two-girl date from PP Bananas. As Bafana had a PPB girl himself, after bitching about his ex-faves possessiveness cock-blocking him there the previous weekend, I was more than a little surprised at his obvious anger that ‘his’ girl had ‘betrayed’ him.

I was pretty conflicted when Epi, Bafana and I and our girls ended up heading out to dinner at the pujasera without Mx along to referee. I was ecSTATIC to be heading for a seafood orgy with a girl I was GAGA over, and guys whose company I both truly enjoed in Epi and Bafana. But I already had sensed that the dynamic between Bafana and his date and his ex-fave (one of Epi’s dates) was a POWDERKEG. In the end, I kind of hoped for the best, that we could all get along and have a good time at dinner. And in a sort of twisted way, we apparently did manage to do so for awhile.

Ordering food wasn’t much of a problem – I got plenty of my favorite stuff, and Bafana ordered pretty much everything on the menu! The beer promotion girls were pretty subdued, as we had a helluva lot of girls alreadfy surrounding us, and I think the already apparently well-drunk (Mx had bought aNOTHER bottle of imported whiskey while we had trolled around whitey central that afternoon for hospitality at the apartment) Bafana ordered beer from the FOOD GUYS before we had even sat down!

Bafana was a 1-man wrecking crew at dinner, though. He was at BEST, MILDLY abusive towards one of Epi’s dates, and Nancy, Bafana’s date was constantly telling him to be NICE and SHUT UP AND EAT!

I was enormously pitiful of Epi, who was my REALLY good friend and was completely innocently caught up in the middle of some seVERE weirdness. At one point the drunken Bafana demanded that Epi switch dates with him, and Epi quite maturely replied that, ‘Uh, shouldn’t that be up to the GIRLS’?, a response that led to a VISIBLE cartoon montage in Bafana’s drunken brain.

After Bafana’s EPIC demand that one of Epi’s dates come over and ‘DESHELL ME GONG GONG’, Epi threw 100K rupiah at me to pay his share of the dinner bill and said ‘WE’RE OUT OF HERE’, and headed for a taxi with his two PPB girls. Of course this was only AFTER Bafana’s EX(?)-fave actually walked over and DID IT, much to his current date’s chagrin.

When Bafana’s date took control and pointed him in the direction of the taxis as well, I was suddenly left with MY wide-eyed date, and with nothing on the agenda. We headed back to my room for another rather awesome romp before I got the news from Mx that he and Epi were heading for Pacific and inviting me along. As it was my last night in Batam, I was pretty excited about going with them. But I was SO enthralled with my date, that I wanted to take her with.

Of course Ms. Perfect Body comPLETELY blew me away when she told me that she had NEVER been to the disco in Batam! I was SURE she was bullshitting me, but her reaction when we arrived there confirmed her statement 100x over. It was like she was seeing something like television for the very first time! Her eyes were wide as saucers and I don’t think her mouth closed from amazement the entire hour or so we were there.

I felt like I was about 10,000 feet tall the way my date clung to my side in Pacific. Her naive reaction to the disco combined with the fact that she didn’t smoke or have a cellphone, made it pretty obvious that my LOVE was pretty fresh off the bus in Batam. I overtly thanked whatever higher power might exist for my good fortune in hooking up with her at that point in her career and consciously relaxed to simply enjoy the ride with her that night. I would have said that I’d had some amazing experiences up to that point in my Asia trips, but that night with her seemed to be the pinnacle for me. Pure and simply, I was in HEAVEN!

Despite all the attention I was getting from her at the disco, however, (as well as the aMAZING sight of Epi getting the world’s GREATEST extended lapdance from Bafana’s ‘ex), after an hour or so at Pacific I got bored (as usual) and whisked my date into a taxi and back to the room to yet again consummate our relationship. While I have probably had more than my share of GFE experiences (including an AWESOME time just the night before with CBTG), my time with Ms. Perfect Body was simply OFF THE CHARTS! She was the PERFECT date, as far as I was concerned, and I was more than a little sad that in all likelihood it’d be the last time I’d ever see her again.

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The aftermath from Bafana and I drinking at the pujasera:

Some beer promotion girls at the pujasera:

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That was indeed an evening of nightmares...

When I paid Donna's BF I did not know I was mixin' it up a bit. After hearing about it from MX, but BEFORE the drunken apartment/pujasera rants he seemed pretty happy as he'd wanted to boff Nincy for a while. Boy, did THAT milk curdle!!

Still, my moussy girl that I'd paired with Donna was fun and sweet too. However, both started trippin' BAD on X. What a fuckin' nightmare, although I did get to stuff my fingers in Donna's box and ass while she burned off that tainted dose. She ended up fucking me four times - twice before Bafana showed, and two more times after she puked in the disco. Too bad you missed THAT chromatic episode!!

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I must say I was really happy to see you find your groove with first the Pelita girl and then Femima perfect body girl. Both of these girls were extremely into you, and I think you finally got a good taste of the genuine enthusiastic GFE that gets me on that ferry boat so often.

It is funny how sometimes when switching to new local it is often hard to find that groove we have in our usual locations. Indonesia can be especially tough because even though there are great girls and opportunities all over the place they are not readily seen. Also, things such as body language and etiquette vary so much from locale to locale. Later today, I head off for my third trip to Pattaya, while I have enjoyed my first two trips I still haven't caught my groove there. Still while I am simply enjoying myself, I see all of my friends having the times of their lives and this gives me comfort that it is only a matter of time before the magic happens for me too.

However, I think you did persevere through the learning curve and more than your fair share of negative situations. Hopefully, the rewards of your final days will be enough to get you to visit this neck of the woods again.