MongerX told me about this place, which is in Blok M—a 45,000 Rp. cab ride from Sparks, up to1 hr. in midday traffic, but 30 minutes late at night A bit out of the way, but I found a way to get there conveniently in the course of another mission shortly after my arrival in Jakarta. I had left the power supply for my Macintosh at the hotel in Manila, and was desperately in need of a new one. But Macintosh was alien in Jakarta, and after prowling Mangga Dua Mall and Manga Dua Plaza, I came up empty-handed. A local friend suggested Ratu Plaza, which was close to Blok M, so after I found my power supply, I went on down to the Melawai.
My first choice there was Ajeng. It turned out that MX had picked her himself when he went there, and he had remembered to bring his camera (unlike me). He has posted pictures of her (Melawai A01&2} in the “Topics”section (ClubHombre.com: Asia: Indonesia: Jakarta: Blok M: Maribaya Massage Bar - 6th Floor Melawai Hotel). She provided excellent service, and I would have repeated except that the bar was staffed with so many other tantalizing temptresses I wanted to taste. But I hope she’s still there the next time I show up.
The fee there is 350,000 Rp., which includes the tip, although some girls want an additional tip. You can either give the money to the guy at the desk, or to the girl. The ST rooms were kind of basic, and did not have a bath mat, so you step out of the tub/shower dripping onto a cold floor. But they did have a mirror on the wall. Between the number of hotties and the prospect of having a better room to session in, I decided to move to the Melawai for a few days, later in my stay.
My second visit was when I brought Porker to his promised land. He made a beeline for the largest-busted girl in the place (apparently he knew of her from photos posted on another site), and I took a little longer to pick Sri. My session with her was off the charts. In the room, as I started caressing her, I discovered that she was quite muscular. She had a tight body, no fat at all, but very well-muscled—I thought to myself that I better not piss her off. After I popped, she kept on being affectionate, and soon we were at it again. Before long, she squeezed another shot out of me, an unusual accomplishment for a girl (and me) in a one-hour session. The phone did not ring, and when I returned to the bar, I saw that an hour and 25 minutes had elapsed. I asked her to be my New Year’s Eve date, and she agreed.
Sri arrived at my hotel around 7 PM New Year’s Eve, and we had a wonderful time. This girl is very sweet, speaks good English, and is an animal in bed. We started when she arrived, then went down to the hotel’s NYE party for a bite, and came back to the room for another long round. Sri went to sleep after that, and I watched the midnight fireworks all over Jakarta from the hotel window. I gave her 350,000 Rp. in the morning, which I now think was not enough (although she said it was OK when I asked), considering her 45,000 Rp. cab fare each way.
Photos: Sri 69 70 71 72 73 74
Merlin was interested in seeing whether Marabaya was really the land of the big bust, so we went down there together on Jan. 2. I had spotted Pusba just after I chose Sri the time before, and had chatted with her a little after the session. This time, I was delighted to find that she was available. But she wasn’t up to the incredible standard set by Ajeng and Sri, her service was just very good and not really GFE, and I left a little disappointed (BBBJ, 69, plus cowgirl and several other positions for a full 45 minutes of sex and a ten-minute massage—boy am I spoiled). Days later, I saw her in the bar, and hit on her again without recognizing her at first—she really looked good in the bar.
Photos: Pusba 75 76 77 78 79
Several days before I was to leave Jakarta, I moved down to the Melawai Hotel. That evening, I had a date with Eva, whom I had met at My Bar and lived near Blok M. After Eva left in the late morning, I walked around a little to recover, and then headed for the bar. I was a little disappointed that the girls did not all get up and greet me, while displaying their wares, like they had the first time. Ajeng looked towards me hopefully, and I chatted briefly with her and Sri before deciding on Desy. She was another winner, sweet GFE and excellent service.
Photos: Desy 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88
Later, I came back to check out the night shift. I immediately noticed Tunik when she arrived around 7 PM. But she was gone a minute later; apparently someone had “ordered” her. I definitely wanted her, but had to look around for another choice. My eyes were drawn to one of the most incredible racks I have enjoyed. Nisa said she was 19 years old. Although her face was not nearly as nice as her bust, and she was only moderately friendly in the bar (maybe partly because she didn’t speak much English) her tits made up my mind.
Nisa gave excellent service once in the room, actually better than I expected after the coolness in the bar. But afterwards, she hinted for a tip. Since she had given good enough service, I gave her 50,000 Rp. But the ingrate started saying “Money no good.” She wasn’t implying that I had counterfeit notes, but told me that others gave her 100,000, 200,000 or more. She let me know that she wasn’t happy with the tip (which I didn’t HAVE to give her), she complained and kept saying “money no good”—and then she wouldn’t give me her phone number.
Photos: Nisa 89 90 91
After my session with Nisa, I waited for Tunik to come back. She returned an hour later, and I grabbed her right away. Although she was one of the older girls there (probably late 20’s), she was one of the off-the-charts providers I found in Jakarta that make it one of my favorite places.
Photos: Tunik 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100
I asked her to spend the night with me, but she wanted one million Rp. That was too much for me, I offered 500,000 Rp., then 600K, but that was not enough for her.
As the girls started to leave the bar around 10:30 (a bit earlier than I had expected), I asked the girl I was talking with if she wanted to spend the night with me. She said no, so I hustled down the hall after my second choice. She only wanted short time, and suggested I try the other bar in the hotel (which I didn’t get to do). I asked one more girl on the way out, but I had had no contact with her previously, and she turned me down (not surpisingly). And I went on to other things.
The next day, I got a late check-out, and took a girl named Sari from the day shift, but she wouldn’t let me take pictures. Too bad I don’t have something to remember her by, since she gave a memorable performance.
In my opinion, Marabaya is a great venue, slightly expensive, with girls on average somewhat older (which is fine with me if not others), with a very high standard of service from the girls I met—I was never disappointed. The Melawai Hotel is less attractive (I may try Melawai Two, across the street, next time), but the manager will give you 10% or 15% off the room rates if you ask.
My Bar
My first night in Jakarta, I went down to My Bar, kind of hoping I would find Anna, a huge-breasted favorita from the last trip. Arriving around 1:00, I found the place hopping. Sure enough, about 1:30, while I was still surveying options, Anna came in. When she saw me, she gave me a big smile, came over to me and gave me a big hug. I had been talking a little with a couple of girls, but was not seriously interested in anyone. Anna asked for a mango juice, and after that we went back to Sparks Hotel. She disappeared into the bathroom, from which wretching sounds emerged for a few minutes, and when she had finished throwing up, she fell into bed and passed out. Some fun. In the morning, we made love, and she was the loving girl I remembered, but she denied me a second round—and then said that 350,000 Rp. wasn’t enough. “Tough tooties, Anna, I pay for performance, and you have underperformed. Bye.” I walked her down to catch a cab, waved goodbye, and didn’t see her again.
Photos: Anna 101 102
One night, Murasaki, Porker, Porker’s friend, and I arrived at Blok M, having parted from MongerX at a far-away disco (Mongomas Disco) that didn’t excite us (MX has reported on this and its neighbor, Sumo Shiatsu). It was early enough (shortly past midnight) that we decided to stop in D’s (a few doors down on the way to My Bar). Once before when I had been there, a wet-T-shirt contest was in progress, and this time, a dance contest was going on. It was crowded, but there were plenty of women. I spotted a cutie on the stage, and grabbed her as soon as she came off stage after the second round of competition—I had observed that she seemed to be unattached after the first round, while I was talking to another girl. Eva didn’t speak English very well, but seemed very sweet. When we found out that she didn’t win (she was a finalist), she suggested we go over to My Bar, which was fine with me.
We danced for a little while, and then headed back to the hotel along with Porker’s friend and his girl. We were all in the back seat of the cab, and as we turned onto Majah Gadah, the police pulled us over. We paid 100,000 Rp for the “violation” of too many in the back seat, and were allowed to proceed. The night before, MX, Murasaki, and I had been in a cab that got pulled over for no apparent reason, and shaken down. MX wanted to give them the standard bribe of 50,000 Rp., they wanted150K (50K for each of us), but he quickly met their demand when they started getting interested in the camera bulging in my pocket.
Back in the room, Eva and I sat together on the bed and practiced our new languages by reading phrases out of the “Making Out In Indonesian” book—of course, she was more fluent in English than I was in Indonesian—but not for too long, because Eva had to go home to care for her 2-yr. old son. She was so attractive to me I had taken her even though she had informed me of this in My Bar. And she turned out to be a total GFE, so I wanted to see her again—she said that with a little notice, she could arrange to stay all night. It took us a while to work that out, though, partly because of my busy schedule, and partly because she didn’t have a handphone of her own.
Photos: Eva 103 104 105 106 107
I set up my date with her for the night when I moved down to the Melawai Hotel, since she lived near Blok M. Since she didn’t have a phone, I was communicating with her sister (whom I had met the first night, and was cute too). And Peter, the Indonesian pilot I had met at Stadium, shared the cab to Melawai with me, and he ended up wanting to meet the sister. So we all went out to dinner, at a restaurant across from the hotel that I would have never gone to on my own—there was no silverware, and the various dishes spread out in front of us included brains, goat, and some digestive tract parts that were vaguely familiar from my dinners with Merlin.
Then we all went to a club next to the hotel and played pool for a couple of hours, where our drinks ran 260,000 Rp.—for not too many drinks, a few beers for Peter and two of her friends there, soft drinks for her, her sister and me) Beer was 40,000 Rp. After a couple of hours, we went to My Bar for a while and danced before coming back to the hotel. Somehow, I just didn’t click sexually with Eva, sweet and cute as she was—I had uncharacteristic trouble finishing with her, both at night and in the morning. We went to breakfast together, and Eva took a bus home. The hotel’s included breakfast was so lame I didn’t try to get there the next day.
The next night, unsuccessful at securing an overnight with one of the Marabaya girls, I wandered into that club next to the hotel. I had seen one girl I lusted after the night before (although she had pretty much ignored me, and I was mostly looking at Eva), and Rara was again in the club playing pool. Another girl chatted with me for a while at the bar when I ordered a Red Bull, and eventually asked me to buy her a drink (I declined). An Indonesian guy who spoke pretty good English was also chatting me up, and I was not sure why. Before long, I decided that the girls were there to hustle drinks, and I had no indication that they were working.
As I was leaving, a slightly cute girl came out and started a conversation, and when I said I was going to My Bar, she said if I would wait a minute, she and her friend would go with me if that was OK, they had to go there for their boss. OK with me—especially when her friend turned out to be Rara. We got in the cab, who wanted 20,000 Rp. for the short ride to My Bar—I protested but the girls said that was the going rate for late night (midnight??!!) fares.
After a few blocks, they suggested we go to another disco that they had to visit to check something for their boss—they said I’d like it—and I said OK, always interested in exploring new territory if I had a guide. They gave directions to the cabbie, who turned on his meter. Now, this wasn’t a Bluebird (I don’t quite remember how I failed to insist on one), and I was watching the meter rack up the rupiah. The disco was NOT close by, more than 40K Rp. away, along streets that were not like the main business-district streets that comprised most of the trip from Sparks to Blok M—these were sort of residential, with a few businesses, winding and quiet. And nicer than in Kota.
We finally arrived, and I paid 20,000 Rp. each for Rara and me to get in (the other girl was apparently working and “comped”). I don’t remember the disco’s name, unfortunately, but it was accessed through the parking garage of what appeared to be a hotel. There was a round dance floor surrounded by a couple rows of tables. Four sexy dancers were performing, and the floor was clear with a circle of spectators, although some guys were crowding in at the dancers when they shook their stuff at the perimeter of the circle.
Rara didn’t want to dance (in between the performers’ sets), so I danced with her friend. We had coupons for a drink, but the girls ordered wine (which came in a small carafe), and apparently the coupons only covered soft drinks. So I ended up paying a 240,000 Rp. tab, and was starting to get pissed off—I didn’t even know whether these girls were working, and I was out over 300K. After they finished their drinks, I suggested we leave, and we found a cab outside that they said was in the Bluebird group, although I didn’t recognize the name—apparently there are a few companies with the same low fare structure. The ride back to My Bar was half the cost of the ride out.
On the way, I was talking to Rara, and found out that she was indeed working, but wanted 500,000 Rp.—and that was for short time. We talked a little more, I got her to agree to stay all night by the time we got to My Bar—but she had to be at work at 7 AM, and it was getting on to 2:30 by then. Later, I was regretting that I hadn’t taken her, because she was one of the hottest girls I saw all night.
In the bar, I saw a cute spinner that I thought I recognized a little (maybe from chatting with her last trip), and we flirted for a while as I checked out the other available talent. When I said I was interested in taking her home, she told me she was on her period, but I could take her cousin. She had her friend get her cousin, who turned out to be another cute spinner. We danced a little, and flirted some, and I decided that it was getting late, I’d take her. But she wanted 500,000 Rp. I just walked away, and told her cousin “Too much.” After some negotiating, it came down to 350,000 Rp.—but the cousin wouldn’t go for that. Then she said for short time. Anyway, after an hour of them jerking my chain, I just walked away from them both. Soon, I found Nori, who seemed easy-going. I had no idea she had such a full sweater until I got her back in the room. And she was very sweet, relatively innocent it seemed, but left me fully satisfied.
Photos: Nori 108 109 110
I got the impression that she was a practicing Muslim, and she told me about the holiday a couple days off, which was important in her life for reasons I didn’t completely understand. We hadn’t discussed money although we’d agreed on short time, and when I gave her 250,000 Rp., she said she wanted more. I held firm, that 250K was enough for short time, and she finally left, although she made sure she remembered my room number, so I was a little nervous about something happening. Nothing did. And the next morning, I checked out, and after one more session at Marabaya, went back up to Sparks for my last night in Jakarta.
There are many girls in many more places in Jakarta, and I will find them—or follow MongerX in his discoveries—and report on them next trip.
