Wednesday July 13: To Batam Porker came to pick me up in a taxi, and Margie started crying again. After the short ride to the airport, we waited briefly before boarding the flight to Singapore, which was uneventful. But check-in was not, Tiger had a 15-kilo baggage allowance, and my suitcase weighed 27 kilos. They wanted an extra US$48, and would not take credit cards. Then they took forever to give me my $2 change in Pesos. The Tiger Air flight was about a third full; Porker and I had rows to ourselves. I called Margie from the runway, she was still crying (how sweet: real tears?).

We breezed through Singapore immigration (it took a little longer this time, 15 min., there was a line ahead of us) and took a cab to Harbor Front Ferry Terminal, where MongerX met us for lunch. The food court there was an experience, full of strange and exotic dishes. I pointed at a few things, and got some sort of beef with rice, a vegetable like kale, and a couple of less identifiable items. All were tasty. Desert was some sort of sweet thin syrup with unidentified chewy pieces of various colors, shapes and textures floating around, good but hardly satisfying.

Porker & I bought ferry tickets, and just missed the boat by 2 minutes, the line though security was long and slow-moving. But the wait was only a half hour, and soon we were on our way. I checked into the Planet Holiday Hotel, since they had internet in the rooms. At the driveway entrance, a security guard stopped the taxi, looked in the trunk, and examined the underside of the car with a large mirror before allowing us to pass. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved at the security or scared by the need for it.

After getting settled a little, Porker & I set out to one of the shopping centers, Lucky Plaza, to get sim chips for our phones. Easily transacted, we were up and talking within a few minutes. Porker took me on a little tour of some of the booking places around Hollywood, and then we went to PP Bananas. There were a couple of hotties that each of us liked, and Eva came over to me and started giving me a hand massage. She was cute enough, and after checking with Porker that he was happy with the one he was with, we booked the pair.

Lucy’s Oarhouse downstairs provided an adequate dinner although their menu sucked IMHO, their Thai chicken curry was quite tasty. Eva ate her roast beef sandwich with a knife and fork, which was interesting to watch. Back at the hotel, Eva was passionate and affectionate, although she demanded a condom. Perhaps she knew she was already starting her period, but after our morning session I saw the blood on the sheets. And she wouldn’t allow pictures.


Thursday: Eva left kind of early, and I went down for the included breakfast, and Porker came over. The buffet breakfast at Planet Holiday was pretty good, mostly Indonesian food. The dishes were labeled, but as soon as I made my first pass around the buffet, someone removed all the labels, forcing me to try and remember what was what (the rice was clearly identifiable, but that was all). Afterwards, Porker took me to more booking places, and at Hollywood, I saw a really cute spinner that I wanted, named Surti.

Her price was 500,000 Rp, way higher than the others (300,000 Rp), but I couldn’t get a clear answer as to why. The guy made a hand signal, which I later found out meant “tight.” She WAS cute, though, and after asking a little advice from Porker, I negotiated her price down to 450,000 Rp (wasn’t easy) for delivery at 4:00. But Surti didn’t seem any to enthusiastic that I had chosen her, leaving me with a somewhat negative feeling. Porker hadn’t found anyone, so we pressed on.

At Femina Massage, he saw a girlfriend from previous trips, and started talking with her. I was eyeing a beauty in a low cut dress, and Porker’s girl said she was her friend, I would like her. So I beckoned Rita over, and we exchanged phone numbers. I told her I had already booked someone, but I would definitely book her tomorrow—or even later that day if the first one didn’t work out (I was already expecting it, I guess). Back in the room, I played with the internet a little, and at 4 my doorbell rang; Susta was there.

Despite her lack of English, I tried to talk with her, but she was unenthusiastic about trying to communicate. Then asked her how old she was, and she said seventeen, she’d be 18 tomorrow. My discomfort level leaped upwards, but I still had her get undressed—I was willing to compromise my principles if I saw a streak of sluttiness in this innocent child. But she wouldn’t kiss at all, and wouldn’t open her legs for me to touch her. Her body was hairless—not shaved, hairless, she just had NO pubic hair (seventeen was looking like a lie).

I just couldn’t bring myself to go forward—she was just too young and inexperienced for my tastes, let the pervs have her. I told her to get dressed, and we took a cab back to her booking place. After some heated discussion, where I demanded my money back and they tried to give me another girl, I got 250,000 Rp back—they pointed out I had booked her from 1:00 (when I had paid) to 5:00 when I returned her, so that seemed fair to me.

From there, I called Rita, she was still available, so I took an ojek to Femina and booked her. We had time for a great session before dinner that fully satisfied my thwarted desires. Rita was the perfect GFE, affectionate and attentive, a wonderful lover who was as horny and insatiable as I needed.

Photos: Rita 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35

MongerX arrived from Singapore, and we went to dinner at A-1 Pujasera, a food court with numerous stalls, primarily seafood. We were joined by Bushranger, plus a guy I had met at Brazil_Specialist’s apartment in Rio. MongerX noted once again that we had the same tastes in women, Rita was at the top of his to-do list since he had spotted her before, and I said I was happy to test-drive her for him. The dinner was excellent, and the company was too. Time for another session, somewhat more sedate on our full stomachs, but passionate nonetheless. I was quite charmed by Rita.

Porker and MongerX were supposed to call around midnight and we would all go to Planet Disco, in my hotel, but they hadn’t called by 12:45 (which was just as well, since that’s when we were finishing up). So we went by ourselves.

Quite an interesting place, Planet Disco: a dark room, thick with choking smoke, lights stabbing through the haze, gyrating, pulsating and occasionally blinding, music blaring so loud it rattled your teeth. Rita immediately ran into the guy from her booking place (who she later said wanted her to take a biscuit, but she doesn’t do that shit), and later into a girlfriend.

How they recognized each other in the gloomy haze was beyond me. The place was packed. All I could see was that there were hardly any women there, it seemed to be almost all guys. WTF? Anyway, I stood behind her and we danced in one place for almost two hours, after which we retired. I told her I was going to book her tomorrow—for the whole weekend while I was in Batam, in fact—and we curled up in each other’s arms to sleep.


Friday: Rita had to get up at 8, and I sent her to her booking place with enough money to book her for today, plus money for a phonecard. She had been about to use the hotel phone in my room the day before, and I gave her my handphone to use. I didn’t realize that she called home to Surabaya until I found that I had no minutes left.

When she finally returned, she claimed her expenses had eaten up the money for the phone card—booking fee was 280,000, not the 250,000 Rp without taxi driver commission that it should have been, she had taken the taxi in front of the hotel for 30,000 Rp instead of walking to the end of the hotel driveway and catching on one the street for 10,000 Rp, etc. No matter, we had a fun day with lots of loving,

Porker and MongerX and I went to the shopping center and ATM, I got the phone card then we checked out a few more booking joints in another area (Porker & I were just looking, being married men for the time being, but MongerX found a hottie).

We all did dinner again at A-1, joined by crazier, who had just come in from Singapore. After dinner, Rita and I went home for more loving, and the others went to The Last Bar to celebrate crazier’s birthday. We joined them there later, finding them all drunk to varying degrees—Porker’s girl was getting tanked to pass out later, and crazier was living up to his handle. Eventually, we headed for Pacific disco, as I had promised Rita.

This was a different scene, a little less crowded, and there definitely were women around—even if it was too dimly lit to see them very well. Porker’s and MongerX’s women vanished, apparently reappearing later at their hotels. Rita and I danced in place as we had the night before, the music was if anything louder—I could feel the fabric of my pants vibrating—but the air circulation system was a little better, and the lighting made it a little easier to perceive peoples’ features part of the time.

We left a little after 2 AM, it was raining (again). In bed, I asked Rita what time she had to get up to take the money to the booking joint, and THEN she informed me that a “friend” from Singapore had pre-booked her for tomorrow and Sunday. Damn, I wanted to stay married to her for my whole stay she was so hot and sweet.


Saturday: When we woke up, I asked Rita how long her “friend” was going to keep her. He would leave Sunday night, she didn’t know when, but she wanted me to book her on Monday before I left on the 4:30 flight to Jakarta. I said “maybe” and hid my disappointment as best I could.

After breakfast and some internet time, I set out to retrace my steps to the booking joints from the day before—I couldn’t go back to Rita’s place for another girl, that was the one joint whose location I knew. But I was on my own this time, and had a little difficulty finding the area, but a couple of calls to Porker got me to where I found my bearings.

The second place I looked into, Jungle Minda, had an extensive and easily visible fishbowl. I asked the mamasan if any girls spoke English, and she pointed to one on the end, who came over to me. Lia made an immediately positive impression with her friendliness and overall sexiness. She wasn’t the most beautiful, young or slim, but after talking with her for a couple minutes, I decided to take her, and we left forthwith.

Photos: Lia 36 37

Wow, what a stroke of luck from following my gut. Lia was the hottest, horniest, most sensual and affectionate lover I could remember (my memory only goes back a year or two though). She kept moaning “oh my god, oh my god,” kissed as deeply and sensually as anyone could, gave great head, was very responsive to DATY, moved her hips in the most sensuous and tenacious ways, had strong squeeze muscles, and was insatiable. We made love almost continuously until dinner, except for a much-needed break when Porker, MongerX and their girls came over for a little swim party.

The pool at Planet Holiday was pretty nice, with two large Jacuzzi areas. There weren’t as many children as usual (it is a family-oriented hotel, I guess), but it was late and overcast, so not the best swim weather. We tried to use the wet sauna, and found that it was turned off, and it didn’t get going enough within a half hour to seem worthwhile sitting inside. The dry sauna was on a low setting, but heated up nicely. Later, we all went to dinner at Oki Pujasera. Crazier had recovered from the previous night minus his handphone and any memory of what had happened, but was OK and we had a good chat. But as Lia and I returned to the room, my stomach started hurting, and I had to terminate our lovemaking prematurely because I felt so bad.


Sunday: We slept as late as we could, Lia was supposed to get to her booking joint by 11, but when we got up and I mentioned giving her the money to book her today, I noticed the bloodstain on the sheets, and she said she was starting her period. Just as well, I spent much of the day sleeping and in pain. I told her I would be back, jeez, she was the best, definitely worth returning for (so was Rita, for that matter).

Later, I felt a little better, and asked Porker to call Ayu (a freelancer that he thought I would like) to see if she was available. She was, and came over at 6. Cute little Balinese spinner, with dimples, a big smile and long soft hair. Very unusual for a Balinese to be away working like this, Balinese culture is very tight-knit and family-oriented, kids just do not go off somewhere. But I’m glad she did, we had a nice pre-dinner session.

When I told Porker about the start of Lia’s period, one more bleeding girl, he texted me “Maybe it’s contagious.” After I saw the pink stain Ayu left, I texted him back that Ayu had caught it too. We all met up for dinner at a lovely hillside restaurant that consisted of a series of gazebos with one or two tables in each, true alfresco dining amidst lovely landscaping. The waiter was summoned by hitting a hollow gourd with a stick, and came promptly every time. But they were out of MongerX’s favorite fish dish, and the food was not up to its usual standards, he said.

Of course, I had no idea what was on the menu, it was in Indonesian, and the waiter spoke no English to help out; I wasn’t sure exactly what it was that arrived at our table. My stomach was getting uncomfortable again, and I ate little anyway. Afterwards, we went back to the room, and Ayu said she was coming down with the flu (thanks for the DFK, sweetie) and wanted to leave. I didn’t feel up to much of her sweet loving, so I slept alone. Rita called me to tell me she would be free at 10:00 tomorrow, and wanted me to book her.


Monday July 18: At breakfast with Porker and MongerX, I called Femina Massage to have Rita delivered, and fifteen minutes later she walked into the café. I was feeling better, although not at 100%, the breakfast buffet included enough that I could have food easy on my stomach. But better enough to get in two rounds with the sweet and lovely Rita, whose muscles contracting at just the right time squeezed out my second load more quickly than I would have preferred. But oh well, time enough to pack and be ready for the taxi when Porker and MongerX arrived.

Well buddy. You are doing yourself proud with these reports and are you ever racking up the FF miles.

Live the life and enjoy while you can....!

BTW-An old friend asked about you a couple of weeks ago. She misses you....

Hunterman -

I thought it was a fluke from your last thread. Either you sniff them out, or you are just unlucky.

Okay, lesson learned...next trip I recommend you ask them when they are scheduled to have the red menace before you book them.

I can't wait to get to the next thread to see who bleeds next!

AJ

Hunterman,,,,nice report, I haven't been to Batam in about five years now,,,,Did you check out the Jungle
bar? If you are in there see if Nopi is still working there? Nice little spinner....good girl.
enjoy.......

Dallas,

The talent in most of NED and the Jungle Bar is mostly POOR. I am not sure if the Ice Pub or this place takes the cake for scraping the bottom of the barrel. However, you do get lucky some times!

Lets, say that people like Mx peeps through the door occasionally and I have not known him to step in nor myself for the obvious reason.

The better organised and promoted PP Banana has also been very lacklustre in its talent pool too. In recent weeks, the Steps Music Bar has been making a minor comeback with some of the more decent lookers appearing occasionally.

In Batam, if you do take the effort to step beyond the NED, theres an abundance of talent to be HAD. Whatever your preferences!

Lucky us who live next door.

Hunter,

The way you ate, nobody would have survived the after effects!

Never have I seen anyone eat the mountain you did and was not a 200 pounder being!

Crazier, I just happened to like the seafood. When I realized I was gaining back the weight I worked so hard to loose, I cut back.

I guess I just like to overindulge in carnal pleasures.