LA Bar

LA Bar was my favorite venue last summer, but my favoritas were no longer there, and I really didn’t find good substitutes. One night I took a girl whose name I don’t remember, another night I took Angel, on MongerX’s recommendation. She was indeed good, and I took her another time. The second time, though, I pulled the trigger before I found out that she had a cough. I didn’t kiss her (on the lips, anyway), which detracted from the experience somewhat. She shouldn’t have been working, and I wasn’t really able to see how much gratitude she had for the “gift” I had given her: she had sms’d me that she needed pulsa after we exchanged a few messages, and I sent her 30,000 Rp. (which is a lot, I know, but I liked her). So I only gave her a 30K tip instead of the standard 50K.

Photos: Angel 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43


Sari Ayu

This was a happening bar teeming with beauties, as it usually is. I had a number of sessions here. Mala, Elaine, and Lani all gave very good service, but nothing unusual for Indonesia one way or the other.

Photos: Mala 44 45 46

Photos: Elaine 47 48 49 50 51 52

Photos: Lani 53 54 55 56

Weni was very sweet, but I was hurting her tiny pussy so obviously that I stopped before I got all the way in. Her attitude was great, though, and she BBBJ’d and DFK’d instead.

Photos: Weni 57 58 59 60

Mia was the best, one of the hottest girls I enjoyed in Jakarta. I was wandering around Sari Ayu, having shaken the mamasans, when Anton came up to me. He is a young Indonesian guy who speaks passable English. I never understood what his role was, sometimes it seemed like he worked as a papasan, other times he seemed like a semi-independent pimp. We chatted for a few minutes, and then he told me that Mia was really hot, I should take her, he guaranteed I would like her. Although I would not have chosen her based on her looks alone, I decided to try her—and boy, was I glad I did. She was nonstop for the full hour, trying hard to get me to pop again before the phone rang, and it certainly wasn’t due to her lacking skill or enthusiasm that I couldn’t.

Photos: Mia 61 62 63 64 65 66

Anton told me I should come see him next time, he had the hot girls, and he could get me girls LT for 500,000 Rp. (the bar charged I think 750K). I wasn’t sure how he did that, but didn’t ask. A few nights later, I was there with my new Indonesian friend Peter, and ran into Anton. He had Mia, whom I had already raved about to Peter, and another girl that Anton said I would like. Peter took Mia, and I took Dena. But she was not in the same top-of-the-charts league as Mia, and I told Anton exactly why I was not satisfied so he could do better the next time in matching me up with what I wanted—and he said he would.

Photos: Dena 67 68

When I came back to Sparks for my last night in Jakarta, I called him to arrange for Mia all night. He told me she was ready and waiting, that when I arrived at the hotel (around 7 PM) to call him and he’d bring her over. Unfortunately, that was the best it got. When I arrived, I sms’d him, and he texted me back that Mia was sick, he’d bring over another girl. He came over with a tall, slim girl who was young and scared, didn’t speak a word of English, never had been with a bule. And suddenly, the 500,000 Rp. he had mentioned became 750,000—he said he’d had to get a regular girl from Sari Ayu since Mia was sick. I paid, but told him I expected this girl to be really special and passionate. He said he was giving me a money-back guarantee if I wasn’t satisfied.

To get acquainted a little (and satisfy a perverse urge before I left Indonesia), we went down the street and I ordered some cobra sate from the cobra stand just down the street from the hotel. I got a good set of pictures, from the snake being taken from its cage, spreading its hood, being executed, skinned, and cut into a couple of strips. The guy took out a sac, cut it open and spilled its brownish-black contents into a cup, which I was supposed to drink. When I queried what it was, the cobra guy wrote something down. I took out my dictionary. Cobra blood. I tasted it, but didn’t take a fancy to that particular delicacy. The barbecued cobra wasn’t that special—it was even chewier than squid can be, and mainly tasted of the sauce spread over the strips. And my for my 35,000 Rp., I only got a little of the cobra meat, but with the pictures and the experience, I figured I got my three-and-a-half bucks’ worth.

After that (my date did not partake of the mini-feast—and actually, I didn’t finish all the sate sticks), we retired to my room. But it became clear pretty quickly that this was not going to be the passionate slut I had expected from Anton. Rather, she was a shy near-virgin that the Chinese seem to fancy. So I called Anton to complain, and was pretty forceful about it, so he said he’d come right over with another girl.

Soon enough, he showed up with Mila, a somewhat slutty-looking girl that I would not have chosen on my own. He again promised me satisfaction, and as I had already paid him, I didn’t seem to have much choice. Mila was not that passionate, but she was OK. To make up for her lack of enthusiasm, I took my time with her, and pumped her for a long time. However, apparently that hurt her, and she begged off from a second round and wanted to go to sleep. OK, I could live with that, since I had to pack and leave the hotel by 10 AM. But she woke me up at 4 AM saying her stomach hurt. I texted Anton with what she had done, I was unhappy, and went back to sleep. But she woke me up again at 6 AM, and wanted to leave. And she wanted 100,000 Rp., for a taxi she said. I ended up giving her 10,000 Rp. and told her to take the bus (after some discussion). Quite pissed, I called Anton, and when he of course didn’t answer, I texted him a couple of messages, demanding my money back. Of course, I never heard back from him. I went back to sleep, and woke up in time to pack and get the cab to the airport. As I looked out the window, I lamented the sour ending to my otherwise delightful stay in Jakarta, and thought about the evening ahead in Bangkok with eager anticipation.

to be continued.....

thx for the write up. can't wait to read the tr in more detail.