After passing responsibility for my rookie Santos lost sheep girl unto El Pelon at breakfast at Kokomoz, I quickly packed and got in the Central Park taxi to meet Hunterman at Wild Orchid for our trip to Clark to catch the Tiger air flight to Singapore. After he said a long goodbye to a tearful fave, we headed for the 10 minute ride to the airport.

A lot has been written about Tiger Air before on this board, but MY 2 cents is that it’s cheap, relatively efficient, and I can live with any imperfections they have as long as those things stay consistent. Of course I don’t require a lot of leg room or travel with a ton of heavy stuff, so if you’re in those categories, maybe you should pony up for a ‘real’ airline. On our trip from Clark to Singapore, I seem to remember Hunterman having to pay close to 50 USD for overweight luggage, which appeared to cheese him off to no end. I guess he needed that extra money for treating the Bangkok ‘courtesans’ to premium prices, plane tickets and expensive dinners!

I remember absolutely nothing about the flight to SIN, but once we got our bags and hit the ATM (A MUST, IMO, if headed to Indonesia, due to the ease with withdrawing one’s daily limit from a Singapore ATM compared to the small limit on individual transactions at ATM’s in Indo), we got a metered taxi to the HarbourFront mall/ferry terminal, where we had a late lunch with MongerX at the food court before we headed to Batam. In one of the few times in my mongering career that I’ve ever felt sorry for Mx, he had important activities at the salt mine that would prevent him from joining us in Batam for about 24 hours.

My hotel of choice in Batam was, as usual, the Island View Hotel, which I thought had excellent amenities/location for very reasonable prices (40 SING $$ during the week). Hunterman ended up staying at Planet Holiday next door, which is a much nicer hotel, but also (at least) double the price of Island View.

After checking in and heading downtown to acquire local SIM cards (CRAPPY ASS SIM cards prone to long periods of not working, in hindsight!) we headed to Lucy’s Oar House and their upstairs go go bar, PP Bananas in the early evening. I figured it was as good a place as any to start showing an Indo rookie around.

And, as luck would have it, it ended up being our last stop of the evening! Both Hunterman and I met girls that we liked there, booked (barfined) them, then headed to dinner downstairs and back to the hotel.

I was not originally planning to barfine anyone at PP Bananas as I had a HUGE titted fave from my last trip in March firmly in my plans for my Batam visit. But I also didn’t want to get ‘married’ at any point in my trip, and figured my first night in town was as good as any to grab someone else because at least the fave didn’t know I was in town yet.

PP Bananas is well known to most mongers that have been to Batam before, but for those that haven’t, it is supposedly the ONLY go go bar in Indonesia. It is also not a very entertaining one, at least if you’re expecting any semblance of a floor show. The girls FAR prefer to sit in a corner and smoke than actually shake anything on stage. A word of warning: If you don’t act interested in the girls almost immediately upon entering PP Bananas, they will write you off and completely ignore you until you DO decide to call one over.

There were a couple of girls at PP Bananas that I recognized from previous trips, but the girl I found the most attractive that night was named Dewi, who I didn’t remember from past trips. She was short, dark, with pouty DSL’s and a body that looked FIT and firm. What caught my attention, though, was her rather impressively firm cleavage popping out of her top. While Dewi didn’t have BIG tits, they were quite impressive on her little frame.

I had never barfined a PP Bananas girl before, though I had always heard/witnessed thumbs up from friends that had, so I wasn’t too worried about a bad attitude. There did almost immediately arise an issue over condom use while still in the bar, however, and we had to have a little discussion whether we were going to use my brand or hers if I was going to pony up 300K for the slightly inflated PP Bananas LT booking fee. We soon came to an agreement and were off to eat and then back to the room.

Where Dewi kept me VERY well entertained.

While the flight from the PI is not a particularly long or grueling one, there is still some significant travel time expended when waking up early for a flight in one country, checking in at the airport and then finishing up two countries and a ferry ride later and arriving in the late afternoon. So I spent much of the evening that first night in Batam dozing with Dewi curled up next to me. But when I’d half-way wake up every hour or so, I always had WOOD. GOD BLESS VIAGRA!!! Well, and GOD BLESS INDONESIA too, as having a naked, HOT (sexy too!) girl in bed with me was a tremendous blessing!

I don’t remember how many times I boned Dewi that night, but I know I finished at least three times and there was at least one time without a happy ending. There was just something about her stubbly box (I usually prefer a rather thick muff) and RIPE body that immensely turned me on.

Probably well tired of my interrupting her sleep to be my fuck toy, Dewi decided it weas time to go home in the early AM, a trend that continued from past Batam trips. As I had already had a rather excessive amount of sex with her (and mindful that I’d probably be seeing the fave that day too), I sent her on her way with a 70K tip, an amount I figured wouldn’t impress or offend. Had she stuck around a few more hours, it likely would have been 100K, as I was pretty happy with Dewi, but oh well.

Hunterman and I had breakfast at Planet that morning (impressive spread, MUCH better slection that at Island View), then headed out for a look at the Batam booking places. I had heard that things had gone downhill in Batam in the several months after the crackdown on gambling places that were the drawing card for many of the Singapore weekenders. While I did very little partaking at the booking places this trip, the selection looked pretty OK to me.

Before we headed out I made a quick call to the big-titted fave, and she was DAMNED happy to hear from me. Always good to be remembered. The good news was that the fave was no longer under contract at Britanic and was a lot more accessible to me as an occasional freelancer. I made a date for her to come over in the late afternoon.

At some point we ended up at Femina massage, and I was a little anxious to see if “Jenny” was still working there. She was indeed, and actually seemed fairly animated when she saw me from the fish bowl as we walked in. As our last meeting had been pretty disastrous, I was happy to see that she was excited to see me.

I quickly brought her into the lobby while we ordered drinks. She looked TERRIBLE, hair like a bird’s nest, but still hadn’t appeared to have lost anything from her simply PERFECT figure. We couldn’t hardly converse at all and she was not prone to public affection there, but I really didn’t mind as I was SURE I would be seeing the big-titted fave that night anyway. “Jenny” asked me to book her, but I told her no, I already had a girl that night. She then asked me to take her upstairs short time, which surprised me, as she had never seemed to like sex at ALL, and her reward for it wasn’t going to be very much compared to when we had gone long time before. Remembering what a crappy lay she was and taking another look at her ratty hair was all it took for me to say no.

Jenny had brought over a friend that spoke a little English for a double purpose of translating for us and to keep Hunterman company, and Hunterman appeared to take a liking to her almost instantly, but already had booked a girl from another place for hotel delivery later on. He tried to hedge his bet by telling the Femina girl and mamasan that he MIGHT be back that night or the the next day. I tried to caution him about making any sort of commitments, as he apparently already wanted to pay the next day’s fee in advance.

When the fave from March arrived (unannounced. Island View ‘security’ was as pathetic as ever) at my door, I was DAMNED happy to see her and I think she felt the same. But it was slightly awkward, like ‘what do we do now?’, since we couldn’t say but maybe 3-4 2 words sentences between us. After a couple of minutes of caveman talk, I figured out more optimal uses for her mouth, and THAT felt more natural than almost any other time with a pro that I can remember. THIS, was certainly worth a trip halfway around the world!

Two marathon rounds with the fave, and I was hooked for good. If she was up for it, I was married for the rest of my Batam stay (I was scheduled in Indo for 2 weeks, but had plans to head for Jakarta at some point) and she seemed very enthusiastic about the possibility. I got bored at times with her because we simply couldn’t talk hardly at all, but lack of stuff to do always seemed to us fooling around in bed, and THAT was ALWAYS mind-blowing.

I was very happy that Hunterman was around, though, and that MongerX and Crazier showed up for the weekend, as I’d have gone crazy holed up alone with the fave in my little room at Island View whether we were fucking 5-6 times a day or not.

One night that weekend was Crazier’s birthday, and after a HUGE meal at the pujasera, we all headed to the Whitey Central pubs where inSANE amounts of booze started flowing, with seemingly half the bar staff partaking in addition to our group. Even my ‘darling’ had a couple glasses of wine, and she NEVER wanted to drink (though she sure liked her ecstasy!).

A gun was pointed to my head and I had to do some tequila shots (I dislike doing shots), and after a few of them and more than my share of wine, I was pretty much FLYING. MongerX seemed to be in quite the festive mood as well. The skinny guy Crazier? Well, he was soon on another planet!

We all ended up at Pacific disco that night, and I don’t think it was a very good night for any of us there. My initial reaction was to not leave Crazier alone, but seeing there was nothing I could do to keep him in one place other than SITTING ON HIM, I left him to his dance floor tripping and went to enjoy MY buzz with Mx. And our girls… Or so I thought.

Apparently Mx’s girl and mine hit it off, and decided THEY would have a lot more fun at the disco in the middle of the dance floor than with the drunken bules. Initially I didn’t really mind too much, and when Mx and I ran into Ayu and his former fave, we thought it would be fun to just hang out with them. Umm, except they already had customers they were with! Mx tells a story that I was WAAAAY too friendly with Ayu right in front of some white guy she was working on, and I do remember she wasn’t at all enthusiastic when I tried to kiss her. OOPS!!!

After that little adventure, Mx and I hung out for awhile, but I started to get pissed that my girl had apparently disappeared. I got a little jealous too, obsessed with whether she was out trolling for some other guy. Alcohol is not a good mix in such a situation.

My fears were calmed a little bit when a quick lap around Pacific saw her animatedly dancing with Mx’s girl, and they quickly returned with me to our table. Only to disappear AGAIN a couple minutes later. I was damned if I was going to chase them again, and I sat and stewed for the better part of an hour waiting for them to return. At some point I started sending angry texts (in English, of course), which were not acknowledged/returned. Finally, BOILING mad at some point after 2 AM, I told Mx FUCK HER, I’m going to the room to punch the pillow and sleep this off. I think he ended up doing the same shortly thereafter.

Back at the room (I had changed to the City View hotel for the weekend, following more of Mx’s advice on how I could save 10’s of dollars!), my anger at being left with no goodbye or explanation at the disco wore off a bit, and I started wondering about my feelings for the fave. The thought I kept coming back to was how much I liked her. I found her pretty, her body PERFECT for me, and the sex with her was INSANELY good.

But I also started obsessing about how she felt about ME. Obviously leaving me at the disco wasn’t a good sign. And I started getting upset when she would get texts and calls at all hours of the day and night.

I knew at the time that these feelings were NOT good, especially if the girl wasn’t on the same page. And in the next couple days I’d try several times to have a serious conversation with her about ‘us’, only for her to insist (completely insincerely) that she was crazy about me before all our dictionary-aided vocabulary got used up and the conversation had to end.

But that night after FINALLY getting to sleep, I was awakened by the room phone ringing sometime close to 6 AM. OK, at least she had enough sense to come back if she wanted to get paid!

I instantly got angry again about her ditching me, but the Fave seemed to think it was no big deal, and figured she’d calm me down by playing with my cock. GOOD IDEA!!!

But I was still SEVERELY pissed off at her, and as usual when I’m mad, I wanted to take it out on her puki. So I hammered away at her. Only thing was, as usual, she seemed to LIKE THAT! So I hammered away even more. More excitement on her part, and soon the bed was soaked.

Since my strategy wasn’t working, I figured I’d interrupt the festivities by having her suck me periodically, licking her juices off of me in a manner that she never seemed to like when I gave her a sloppy wet kiss after going down on her. But this night she had some making up to do, and she knew it, and she was up for anything I tried without so much of a whimper of protest.

Gee, THIS was kind of FUN!

I drew the limit at playing with her ass, however, as even I’M not enough of an asshole to do something I know girl REALLY doesn’t want to do, and she had REALLY freaked on previous occasions where I’d suggested fucking her ass.

All total, we probably spent a good 90 minutes with the grudge fuck/suck session before I took mercy on her well after dawn and realized that I was too dehydrated from drinking and slamfucking for all that time to be able to finish. No showers, we just curled up in an exhausted sweaty mass and fell asleep. In peace.

I woke up after a couple hours when I got notice that Mx and Crazier were having brunch at one of the ‘homey’ places in the blocks near City View. Meeting up with them I quickly found out that Crazier’s disco freelancer had made off with his cellphone while he passed out asleep in the room. I had heard about theft problems with Batam girls before, but it hit home when I heard about Crazier’s loss. He seemed to be in decent spirits about it though, unlike Mx’s old fave who looked to be nearly suicidal the night Mx ‘lost’ her cellphone at the disco.

As I like to do sometimes when on vacation in Asia, I had a couple of BIG beers that morning at breakfast, and after a couple of hours shooting the shit with the guys, drinking and devouring some fried fish, I was sweating like a pig, and went back to the room to clean up and likely send the fave on her way until later in the evening so I could either nap or go out and ‘play’. When the Fave said she was sorry about the night before at the disco, that’s all it took for us to stay ‘married’, but I swore to go have a short time that afternoon just to keep my perspective that pussy was not in limited supply in Batam.

Tutored well by Mx, my method of checking out booking places in Batam is to hit them in small clusters. There are usually a handful within 2-3 blocks of each other, and moving from one to another is usually quite easy. The cluster I usually save for last is the group of places near the Goodway Hotel, but on this day, inspired by some of MongerX’s girls from those places in recent memory (including his girl from the night before, who I had indeed lusted after a bit), I headed there first.

I still always get turned around when I am in that neighborhood (what I get for blindly following Mx and not watching exactly where I’m going!), but I eventually found the Jungle Minda and Dinasty places I don’t think I had actually ever been to before.

I think it was Dinasty where I immediately spotted Mx’s girl from the night before sitting with some young-ish looking Chinese guys singing karaoke, and she came up to me while I was looking at a pretty empty lineup. I asked if she was busy, and she made it seem that she kind of was, and went back to the Chinese guys. Whatever head pimp they had there that day came over and started telling me to pick a girl, and I said “she’s busy” and pointed at Mx’s girl. I was asked if I wanted long time or short time, and when I said ST, I was told “wait”, and pretty soon the girl came straight over to me, grabbed my arm and we walked to the stairway to heaven! That was painless! I felt SLIGHTLY guilty that I had grabbed a girl from another dude’s table, but hey, I didn’t put a gun to anybody’s head, and the girl certainly wasn’t sneaking around.

I think the girl was wearing the same clothes she had the night before when she was with Mx, a matching short skirt and red top that kind of reminded me of a cheerleader’s outfit. She also had her hair dyed a light color, and the looked quite un-Indonesian to me. I was pretty excited about BURYING my dick in that girl!

In the room she was pretty playful and fun. Pics were easy to get, but I was a bit too horny to try for action shots. She gave a pretty good BJ before we started boning, and I certainly didn’t last very long with her. All totaled, door to door, we were gone from downstairs MAYBE 25 minutes including the standard 2 showers each.

After that pretty damned great short time that cost me ~15 bucks with tip, I was feeling pretty good. But when there was a legit massage place a few doors away, I figured I’d give it a try and see if I could have an extra indulgent afternoon. I was told a massage was something like 6 bucks for at least an hour (I don’t remember, exactly), and I was told to pick a girl. In direct contrast to many Indo fishbowls I’ve seen, the whole lot of the dozen or so girls there were almost BEGGING ME to pick them, and I ended up taking a girl with fleshy mounds who insisted that if I didn’t like her massage that I didn’t have to pay!

The massage wasn’t much to write home about, I like it HARD and this girl just didn’t seem to have that in her. I dozed off at least a couple of times, so it was actually very relaxing. In the end the girl offered to give me a hand job for 50K, but knowing the fave would be there that evening and not inspired by her looks I said no thanks. I did tip her a little bit at the end, and I still got out the door for well under 10 bucks.

I met up with Mx and Hunterman at Planet Holiday after that while they were swimming with their girls, and we made plans to go buy Jakarta tickets for the coming week. I don’t think Air Asia had started their Batam-Jakarta route yet, but we figured we could get RT tickets for about 100 bucks each, which we did on Lion Air from the travel agent at one of the offices on the outside of Planet Holiday.

My last days/nights in Batam were spent wrapped up in my self-created drama with the Fave. Instead of focusing on how GREAT she treated me (despite the disco disaster), I was trying to get into her head and read her feelings for me, something that was completely useless if I couldn’t even communicate with her. I started to get angry when she’d flirt with guys in public and I started to get VERY angry about her cellphone and how much time she spent on it.

The last day/night before Jakarta were the worst, when right behind my back she gave her phone # to some local guy at one of the shops at the mall while I was shopping for DVD’s a mere 10 feet away.

Then that night at dinner, she started out completely quiet while everyone ELSE was apparently in a good mood at an open air restaurant near Island View that MongerX was excited about us trying. Then she got some messages/calls on her cellphone, responded rather angrily at one point, and the next thing I knew, she was crying at the dinner table. What an amazing effect I have on women!!!

I took her off to the side and desperately tried to get her to tell me what was going on, but she was in no mood to talk, and probably couldn’t have made me understand if she wanted to.

When we returned to the table I got one of the other girls to squeal on her, and they told me she was angry because her ‘boyfriend’ had apparently fucked some other girl. It seemed that was his way of getting back at her for her spending so much time with me. OOPS!!!

With my date about as fun as a case of the clap, I bailed on whatever plans the others had and we just went to my room. I tried again to get her to talk to me, and this time she really tried. I heard about various guys in her life, but she insisted that there was no local boyfriend, despite what I heard at dinner that night. That guy was just a guy she ‘liked’, she said, and that guy had a girlfriend already, a friend of hers. She tried to tell me a couple times that she ‘loved’ ME, but I was more sincere when I told my sister I ‘liked’ her attempts at cooking when I was a kid!

But the messed up part for me is why I cared so much. It had been a LONG time since a girl had been able to make me jealous. It had also been a long time – since the beginning of my mongering career in Mexico – where it was soooo important to me that the girl actually made me truly BELIEVE she liked me. I KNEW it was psychotic to expect some girl to just miraculously suspend whatever personal daily life she had just because some tourist liked fucking her for a few days, but somehow I really wanted to POSSESS this girl. I was crazy about her, and it was driving ME crazy in the process. I felt VERY glad that I would be going to Jakarta the next day. Of course I arrived in Jakarta still obsessing about the Batam fave, so I didn’t get off to the best start there, either.

Photos: PP Bananas 53 54 55

Photo: The Fave 56

Photos: Batam Short Time 57 58 59 60

great report. dewi was perhaps the first indo girl i had ever done. her body really screams 'fuck me, fuck me.' she is so attractive to me, but photographs poorly imo.

IS that an actual smile on Dewi the ice princesses face?

Great chapter and report. You do an excellent job of capturing the sentiment of having real feelings towards your P4P girl and strongly desiring for her to reciprocate sincere feelings for you; this is something I think most of us have had to deal with at one point or another.

Although I haven't said it recently, you are one of the most truly gifted trip report writers on CH. You have a great ability to capture the moment and reflect the gumbo of emotions and sensations that entices all us to this hobby. More impressively, you don't rely upon the cheap trick of making a charicature of yourself to tell your story.

great chapter and pics! I love the little baby batter shot

As for the story, I found the getting even tidbit after the disco great. I've had near experiences and I find that either slamming my sweating cock dripping with her juices down her throat or a swift finger up the ass while fucking her usually does the trick ;) More often than not, they enjoy the finger up the ass, but not the dirty cock in their mouth.

Thanks, guys.

Lol, re: the ice princess that doesn't photograph well. She did seem to be anti-pics in general. Here's another that may explain why she DOESN'T smile!

Photo: PP Bananas 61

I dont really read reports like I used to but when Porker writes, I read the whole damn thing from beginning to end. Very few people can write this way. Porker always picks the right details to capture the moment and chucks the mundane details that slows down a story. He is also probably one of the funniest writers outside of IAS.

Never any run-on sentences and the words just flow well. Amazing that there would be such good writers on a whore board and Porker doesnt use his thesaurus to pump his chest like a gorilla.

This chapter was particularly interesting because it was the first time I actually felt that a girl was tugging on Porker's heart strings. Emotions are something normally left out of Porker's reports. I mean, she has big tits, loves to fuck and doesnt talk...sounds like a Porker dream.

Dittos, great, great chapter Porker... makes me want to get back to Bataam for a bit. I've also admired your writing and your eye for the interesting. Good job.