Sunday Sept. 4: As soon as I got off the plane in Jakarta, I called Hotel Travel to see if they had rooms available; they did. Being lazy, I went to one of the many taxi booths inside the airport, and contracted for a ride to the hotel (165,000 Rp.—about $10 more than it could have cost had I not been lazy). The taxi driver said he knew where Hotel Travel was, and he came close. But he missed the turnoff from Manggo Besar, and had to go thorough back streets to backtrack to the hotel.

I checked into the Royal Suite, the two-room suite with a Jacuzzi tub. My phone was out of pulsa, so I tried to buy some at the stand across the street from the hotel—the guy there said he was closed (??—looked open to me—was this an anti-bule attitude?) so I had to walk across and down the street to Lokasari Shopping Center to buy some, a 10-minute walk. And I love walking around in Jakarta, where just crossing the street gives you an adrenaline rush (if accomplished successfully), and the disintegrating paving along the side access/parking lanes is an obstacle course.

Back in the room, I called MongerX in Singapore, and used up all my 100,000 Rp. of pulsa, so I had to walk back to Lokasari—and I got some cash from an ATM, as long as one was handy. Then I was ready to check out the on-site facilities. I saw a flyer that their disco had opened in mid-August, and the set-up was different from before.

The “Health Center” was where the fishbowl used to be. It now had the legitimate masseuses hanging out, and provided the entry to the disco one level below where the girls were now to be seen. The fishbowl was being used as a make-up room. I was led down a staircase into a cavernous room, dark and empty—until I saw the girls sitting along a well-lit series of seats along the far wall. There were 25 – 30 girls there, mostly 6s to 8s. One girl, Mary, caught my eye for no apparent reason—she was partially turned away, putting on makeup. But she was cute—not beautiful—and had a nice body.

I paid the 215,000 Rp., and off we went. On the way up the stairs, Mary started being playful. And it got much better. When we got to 69, she was writhing around quite a bit. And then she was thrusting as hard as I was, becoming thoroughly lubricated as she moaned. But the best part was her squeeze muscles. Boy, was she in shape—for strength and endurance. Fortunately, I managed to hold out for a while—she was the horniest fuck I could remember (of course, my memory for these things isn’t that good, but Mary was definitely up there in the all-time top few). But damn! I had forgotten to bring my camera down with me.

Afterwards, I was tired out since I had gotten up so early, and took a nap until after 11. Waking up hungry, I went out to the main street and looked at what the cart vendors had. There was a row of carts selling empanada-looking things, so I tried to find out what was in them—difficult with the language barrier, nobody spoke two words of bahasa Inggris, and I had left my little “Getting Along In Indonesian” book behind. I got one with chicken and one whose contents I didn’t determine. The chicken empanada (I’m sure they call them something else here) was pretty tasty, the other one, probably a sausage, had too much sweetened crust for my taste.

A friend had recommended BATS (Bar At The Sangri-La), and MongerX suggested I check it out, so I took a taxi there. While the driver ran inside to gett change, I spoke with a girl who was leaving, she said it was not good for her inside because there were too many girls and not enough men. She also told me that they would not let me in because I was wearing sandals. I briefly considered taking her home, she was cute and spoke good English, but the hotel guy who brought my change said he believed I could go in.

He was wrong. On the way out, I started chatting with four girls sitting in the hotel lounge, they were leaving for the same reason as the first girl. They were quite direct in suggesting that I should take one or two of them home. Once was very cute, so I said “let’s go.” But when she stood up, I didn’t like her body. So I told her I had changed my mind, I was going to another place to look for a friend. Naturally, she was disappointed, but hell, it’s my perogative.

The hotel called a cab, and I got one of those damned hotel cabs, from Executive. They are EXPENSIVE, starting 5,000 Rp. and clicking up 230 every few seconds. It cost 20,000 Rp. to get to My Bar (probably would have been 12,000 in a Bluebird Taxi—now I know why that girl was WAITING for a taxi—and took the Bluebird I arrived in). At least he found Blok M without problems.

My Bar was almost empty, with only a few cute girls. But I found one, Lita and her friend Claire (or Clara). Lita was a spinner, Claire was also small but with a fuller body, especially her chest. After we had bonded, suddenly a lot of people appeared in the bar—perhaps a nearby place had closed, it was after 1:30. But Lita was still one of the cutest in the place, so we left shortly thereafter.

In the taxi, it became apparent that neither one spoke English nearly as well as I had thought from our interactions in the bar. Which was OK, except that they were also not the voracious sluts they had seemed to be in the bar, and I was having trouble communicating to them to do what I wanted. We had an OK session overall, but clearly I was not having much luck with duplas in Indonesia.

And then, as I was filling the Jacuzzi, they started getting dressed. I tried to tell them that the 300,000 Rp. apiece we had agreed on once we got back to the room should be for all night, but they were firm—Lita had a baby she had to get to school (or something), Claire had a sister (??)—I just let them go—it was 4 AM already. But without the extra 20,000 Rp. taxi fare Claire requested. If I’d been more comfortable alone in Jakarta, I would have paid them less than what we had agreed.

Photos: Lita 302 303
Photos: Claire 304 305 306
Photos: Lita & Claire 307 308 309 310 311


Monday: Sleeping till noon, I got up well-rested. Rita called again, and I told her again I was coming tomorrow, didn’t know the time yet, and I’d call her soon when I bought the ticket. Even though I was a little hungry and horny, that was the first thing on my agenda. Lokasari was the obvious place to look, and I found a travel agency there.

But inside, it didn’t look like much of a travel agency, and when the guy who supposedly spoke English got off the phone five minutes later (he’d motioned me to wait just a second several times), he said something about not being able to issue tickets (maybe somebody was supposed to return later, I really didn’t understand much he said). So I just got a delicious bread/pastry from the Singapore Breads place across the plaza (6,000 Rp.), and started walking back.

Right around the corner from the entry to Lokasari, I saw a shopfront I had missed on the way in, covered with travel agency-type stickers and posters. A girl there spoke passable English. So I bought my ticket to Batam for 470,000 Rp., and called Rita to give her my arrival info.

Then it was time for short time, and I found my way back to the disco in my hotel. I passed Mary squatting in the entry hall putting on makeup, and went down to the main room. Only 7 girls were there (it was 2:20 PM, I guess starting time was 2-3 PM), and they were in a friendly mood, offering me some (unidentified) snacks they had. The mamasan got off the phone and said “Mary” to me, and I was thinking of asking for her again, she was so good.

Then I noticed that one of the girls there was really attractive, with a nice body and an exotic face. Her name was Annis, and we went up to the rooms. We got Room #1, I guess since we were the first of the day.

Then I saw the roach in the middle of the bed. I hadn’t been having very good luck with duplas, and I didn’t even know if the roach was female, so I made a horrified face, but the service girl just shooed it, letting it crawl over the edge of the bed. So I asked for another room, and we went into #3 (far from the roach).

Annis gave good service, although no DFK (or even FK). She wasn’t nearly as responsive overall as Mary, but she almost made me come during 69, and was an active hip-thruster to match my movements. This time I remembered the camera, but she was really adamant about not letting me take pictures. Too bad, she had a great body, full B/C breasts with almost no sag at all, and was an exotic beauty. I got a few anyway, just not well-posed or unclothed.

Photos: Annis 312 313 314 315

Back in the room, I spent an hour or so to write some of this report. Then I got hungry, and went to try what appeared to be (and was) an expensive Chinese restaurant named Prince incongruously situated across the street towards Lokasari (the neighborhood ain’t that good). The food was tasty and elegant. It was starting to get dark, and I wanted to check out a place MongerX suggested I look at. So I exited the hotel, turned left, took the next too lefts, and went down the street to No. 75 (the number was very hard to see in the dark, behind some vines).

The gate was ajar, so I went in, and saw four or five guys there hanging out. I asked them “OK?” as I motioned towards the doorway. They nodded, so I went in. The door opened into a long room with a divider in the middle; I saw about eight girls sitting on a couch behind it, so I started around the divider. As I was just starting to look them over, one of the guys came in and indicated that I was to sit in a chair against the front of the divider (looking at the front door).

I expected the girls to be paraded in front of me, but he pointed at one behind me, whom I could hardly see through the mesh of the divider, and told me that she was the best performer. I tried to ask to see others, but there was a major language gap. The best I could do was to determine the price: 400K Rp. for short time (3 hr.), plus 200K tip for the girl, and 800K Rp. for long time. I tried to get to see more of the girls—my initial glimpse had been tantalizing—but all he would come up with was that three girls were available, he only pointed to two of them, and I could not find out why the others were not included, or anything else.

Somewhat reluctantly, I left, realizing that I had best forget about groundbreaking research until I speak Indonesian, or am with someone like MongerX who does. So I came back to the hotel, and went down to the disco (which was still empty, but had a lot more girls).

Mary was there, and I took her for short time. The second time was almost as good as the first, and I asked her if she would be around in three months (I figure I’ll be back before then, I hope I hope)—she said yes.

Photos: Mary 316 317 318 319 320 321 322

On the way to the “Health Center,” around 7, I looked in the snack bar, and saw about 15 karaoke girls sitting at several tables, waiting for work to start. Leaving at 8:30, I saw them going into the karaoke room. And a little later, when I went back down to the disco to inquire about the long-time prices (860,000 Rp. until 7AM—OUCH), a bunch of them were milling around in the hall by the elevators. I chatted with them en masse for a few minutes, but they were not as attractive as the disco girls—older and heavier.

Eventually, I wandered out to the street and bought some more empanadas, one a sesame seed-encrusted sphere with a smaller ball inside of unidentified—but tasty—filling, one banana, and one that seemed to be just dough—a square donut without the hole.

Then I caught a cab to BATS, and this time I had no problem paying the 60,000 Rp. entry fee (one drink included). The bar was not overly crowded, with mostly bule men and Indonesian women. Soon a band started playing, featuring four American-looking singers whose waist measurements were too close to their hip measurements (and they were wearing bra-type tops and low-cut pants, so their assets were easily assessed, silicone breasts and all). But they put on an active show, with interesting movements.

To better evaluate the available girls, I stood in one place for five or ten minutes, looking around, and then moved on to another. Then, a girl said, “You were here last night, I talked to you at your taxi,” and it was the one I had spoken with the night before. She was one of the cutest there—although I knew I would kill to get a shot at 90% of the girls there the next week when I was back in LA, I didn’t find the selection to be that great.

So I asked Dina to come home with me, and she did. Good choice, she was passionate and tenderly sensual, and really enjoyed giving head. After I popped, I got in the Jacuzzi, but she didn’t want to join me—I didn’t quite understand, but something about her feet swelling up. So I enjoyed it solo for a few minutes, then got out—and she started doing what she liked to do, getting me hard again with her enthusiastic oral skills. But I couldn’t pop again so quickly, so I just soaked up the pleasure for as long as she was willing to lick and suck—which was a long time, she didn’t give up easily. But she had said she had to go, since she worked at a convenience store by day—that was OK with me for a change, since it was already 2 AM, and I had to get up in time to leave at 7:30—an hour to the airport, and 1½ hours early for check-in. I gave her a generous 350,000 Rp. plus 20,000 taxi—she earned it with her encore.

Photos: Dina 323 324 325 326


Tuesday: Dina gave me a wake-up call as promised just before 7, and I got downstairs and waited 15 minutes while the staff checked the minibar and completed check-out. But the ride to the airport (80,000 Rp. fixed price) only took half an hour, the famed Jakarta traffic was nowhere to be seen.

I had a little trouble finding a place to get a bite in the terminal, since I wasn’t familiar with it, and ended up going through the security screening 10-minute line twice. But I had the time, and found a cafeteria with barely acceptable, partially identifiable, way-too-spicy-for-breakfast food. Otherwise, the trip to Batam was smooth, although it left a bit late (as seemed to be usual).

I took a cab from the airport directly to Planet Holiday, where I had decided I would spend the afternoon even though I’d be spending a little extra. On the way, I called Emmy to make sure there would be a room available, having forgotten that she told me she’d be at her home on the other side of the island, and invited me to visit her there. I made excuses for not having time, and promised her I’d try to get there in the future. Dumping my bags in the room, I hopped a motorcycle taxi (ojek) to Center Point shopping center, and walked over to Femina Massage (loosing the ojek driver).

The place was closed, but Rita was waiting for me. We went to the hotel, and had a very pleasant afternoon, making love a few times and going to another big shopping center (where I had never been, I forget the name) in the middle. She didn’t see anything she wanted, we just walked around. It was interesting to see all the mannequin heads displaying head scarves, I hadn’t really seen that many women in Muslim garb around Batam or Jakarta. We ate something, and I went back around the food court and, to the amusement of the salesgirls, tried to figure out what was in some of the empanada-thingies on display (the 100% language barrier again).

Rita came to the ferry terminal with me (the round-trip taxi fare was only a little more than the one-way). As we were saying goodbye, Rita asked for MORE money—I gave her a generous 100,000 Rp., even though the short-time tip was 50K, and arranged for her to stay in the hotel room overnight instead of sleeping on a bench at Femina. When I told her “NO!, she asked for my SIM chip, which still had pulsa on it. I planned on making some calls and sending some SMSs before the ferry got out of range, and giving MongerX the chip. When I denied her the chip, she got mad, and she stalked away. Some goodbye, I had already decided to fire her as my gf when she asked for more money, but this was indeed over the top.

I got on the ferry, and sailed off into the dark of night towards Singapore, easily erasing the mildly negative mood of Rita’s kiss-off by recalling how many other girls I saw at Femina that I would have liked to do; now I was free to do them when I returned.

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Now these are the types of girls from Hunterman's reports that we all know and love. Glad to see your back on track with girls as we have seen in your Thai and PHilippines days. Interesting report, thanks for sharing.