Anyway, on to last July in Jakarta…
I woke up early after my first night in Jakarta feeling pretty good, but a little bored and wishing I had a long time girl to take care of some morning wood. Obviously a little more energy at My Bar in Blok M the night before would have been beneficial in that regard, as there certainly had been doable girls there, but I had been in quite a funk at the time.
Up at dawn due to the light entering from my huge picture window, I had to figure out some stuff to do before breakfast, and I ended up just listening to music and staring out the window for an hour or so. My room at Mercure Rekso had a simply fantastic view, and it was amazing just watching the hustle and bustle of Jakarta on an early AM workday.
About 8 AM I headed downstairs to try and use the internet in the business center, but ended up getting very frustrated when the speed was inSANELY slow, slower than any dial-up connection I ever remember. And when it was costing 60,000/ hour for the privilege, I gave up after the 2nd 15 minute billing increment came and I was still trying to download the first handful of baseball boxscores from the States. Monger X would explain a bit later that day that internet access in our little section of Jakarta was the one true drawback to the place – high speed internet infrastructure simply did not EXIST, and when everyone was competing for bandwidth during the regular work day, the system just completely choked up. I had to laugh about that, as when high speed internet is available EVERYWHERE in the freakin’ PHILIPPINES of all places, it was pretty damned comical that a bustling metropolis like Jakarta in one of the 5 most populous countries in the world, a country once anointed as THE next big thing on the world economy stage could be licking the PI’s ass!
Eventually Hunterman and Mx joined me for breakfast, and the Mercure Rekso’s daily buffet was pretty damned great, IMO. The tough part was getting a table sometimes, as the place was quite busy in the morning with business guests preparing for their day. This was probably my first time in Asia staying at a non-whoremonger’s hotel, and it was kind of freaky sometimes. It was certainly guest friendly (as I’ve mentioned before, there were freelancers in the lobby bar starting in the early evening), but the LOOKS we’d get when parading the latest trophy to the elevator or breakfast table were just FUNNY! If you’ve never seen a Chinese grandma’s jaw drop open in amazement when she saw some Bule with a hooker, you’re really missing something! :D
After breakfast, Mx still had a girl in his room and retired for some rest and more boom2. I was more than a little jealous. And when I saw the TITS on his Blok M girl when she sauntered out of the shower while we were shooting the shit in the early afternoon, I was kicking myself BIG TIME over not having given Blok M more of a chance the night before.
Meanwhile, Hunterman and I headed for Lokasari Plaza (a decent sized mall comparable to the Batam/PI malls I was used to) a few blocks away to try and find an internet place. Originally we were walking pretty aimlessly, and didn’t find any places with internet available before Lokasari. Once we did enter the Lokasari complex, the first (only) place we saw was some multi-story copy/Kinko’s type place with internet available on the 2nd floor. Unfortunately, the speed was the same as in the business center at Mercure Rekso, meaning non-existent! It took us all of about 5 minutes to look at each other and laugh and say FUCK THIS and head for the mall.
Lokasari Plaza is actually pretty famous for some reason. Every taxi driver I’ve met in Jakarta knows exactly where it is. The mall itself is like one floor of MBK in Bangkok spread over 3 floors in Jakarta, and very similar to malls in Batam in the make-up of the stores: 90% cellphone related businesses with some anchor (Lokasari, lol) department/grocery store type place. Hunterman and I stocked up and some stuff (I needed red bull for the bottle of vodka I had bought at the Batam duty free), and then browsed a bit at a vendor’s booth that had MP3’s and DVD’s for sale at about 8K rupiah per disc (Indo rupiah was ~ 9K to 1 USD during this trip).
While the vendor had a limited selection, I was blown away by some of the stuff on offer. I quickly found a CD of Nirvana B-sides that was a rather bizarre collection of MP3’s taken from the Novoselic produced box-set. I am quite a nerd about these things, but I almost peed my pants from excitement! I can remember trolling through record shops in Greenwich Village when I was in college looking for B-sides and bootlegs on vinyl and paying 20 bucks each time I found something interesting. Here I was in FRICKIN’ INDONESIA of all places, and found some stuff I had never seen available on the internet on sale for 90 cents! Best damned dollar I think I have ever spent in my life!
Loaded up with generic Red Bull to mix with the vodka in my room and religious experience quality-entertainment (the disc started with two WEIRD versions of “Rape Me”) to load into my CD player, I went back to my room and just relaxed for a couple hours until Mx called and said he was ready for the day’s Jakarta hedonism tour to begin!
I still would list a lack of early day activities as a negative for mongering in Jakarta if you haven’t sprung the cash (relatively expensive compared to Angeles and Batam) for a long time date, but experience would end up showing that things DO get started at an OK hour if you know where to go. Mx said we were heading to the places near Lokasari this day, and the earliest opening place he knew of was Madonas, a place that seemed to me to be very similar in layout to a Batam style booking place. Well, minus the fishbowl, anyway. Most of the girls were sitting on benches just inside the entrance.
As usual, when we entered a Jakarta mongering establishment, there was a big fuss made over MongerX entering. The goodwill he has cultivated with mama/papasan/waitress personnel in all of the establishments are probably pretty damned priceless, and I was usually left feeling like I was the wake left by his speedboat when he got the bum’s rush in all these places! I didn’t mind at all, as it usually gave me a precious few seconds to look around and check things out without being pestered, something that can be VERY annoying in Jakarta.
I had a very positive initial reaction to Madonas. The girls there almost ALL seemed doable, and my head was kind of swiveling around checking out the options like I remember Hunterman’s doing the night before in PenJay.
Our freedom to choose didn’t last too long, however, as we were whisked away to a booth in the back room, a girl quickly (and not particularly chosen by US) assigned to each of us.
We ordered a round of drinks and all in all, it was a pretty fun time for early afternoon in an Indo brothel where boom2 is definitely what they’d rather sell instead of drinks!
It became clear pretty quickly that Mx and Hman would be pulling the trigger with the girls they were with. Me, I wasn’t quite sold on my girl. She was cute rather than pretty, with an overbite that actually grew on me a lot the more I looked at her. Like the girl I’d ended up settling for the night before at Sari Ayu, she wasn’t showing much of a rack, but feeling her up in the booth got me rock hard in short order. THAT event and the fact that I’d be alone by myself downstairs while my buddies did the deed if I didn’t pull the trigger had me saying ‘Sure, why NOT’ when the others decided to head upstairs for some fun.
My Madonas girl was a lot of fun. She was marginally attractive for Jakarta, but in Pattaya beer bars and Angeles go gos she’d have been more than acceptable. OK face, slender body with just enough ‘junk’ to be very sexy to me. But in the service department, man, she really delivered! Similar to the session the night before, it was mostly scripted, with her taking the initiative: Kissing, then kissing all over my body, ending up in a pretty damned excellent bbbj. Then she hopped on for a ride, and it didn’t take too long before I was a goner.
Photos: Madonas 70 71 72 73
For those that have never been to Indonesia and/or Jakarta, the sex can definitely be fanTASTIC! The ‘off the rack’ short time sessions are generally of extremely high quality, and I often got the feeling that the mamasans have actually trained the girls how to fuck, something that is seemingly NEVER done in Batam or Angeles City. I don’t know squat about Indo culture, but the Jakarta short time brothel girls certainly seemed to be enjoying their work once we were upstairs and naked. I may have been lucky in avoiding starfish while I was there, as with no Indo language ability my ‘interviewing’ process was pretty much the time honored “point and PAY”, but IMO, that is a HUGE plus for Jakarta: You can get an AWESOME off the rack session with almost any girl that catches your eye with almost zero effort on your part. Yeah, it costs a little more than short time in Batam or AC (~ 25 bucks including a standard tip), but the quality is definitely worth it, and if you’re horny and want to easily rack up numbers, Jakarta is pretty damned PERFECT for that! The ultimate in ‘point and click’ at the hotties and then sit back and enjoy the ride!
Of course, for those that fancy themselves as Playboys and want to add (often delusional. You’re still dealing with HOOKERS, di ba?) romance into the equation, unless you know some Indonesian, you might be disappointed in Jakarta. ME? I was pretty damned impressed!!!
After all of us partaking at Madonas, it didn’t take long for us to shift over to TC’s (Today Country?), a rather legendary establishment located on an upper floor of a parking garage at Loksasari Plaza around the corner. Mx had briefed us a bit that the place was mostly a late afternoon joint, where many girls that lived at home with their parents went to mostly freelance during hours they wouldn’t be missed at home.
I was a bit excited to see this amateur’s afternoon hangout, but was a little disappointed when we got there and the place was almost PITCH fucking BLACK! Ooh, I did NOT like THAT! Mx, as usual, got his bum’s rush when we entered, and I soon found out that we were in an area of the bar rumored to actually be WELL LIT!
Soon enough a hard-bodied cewek was wedging herself between my legs on the barstool, and was certainly pleasant enough. Mx explained the onsite short time deal there (seemed to be a pretty standard 200K for an hour, just like the other Kota places we had been to so far), but I just wasn’t overwhelmed in picking a girl like I was a blind man. I had done this once in Batam at Pacific disco, and the girl turned out to have a face that looked like The Thing of Fantastic Four fame!!! Plus, I’d been pretty well laid only an hour earlier and was more interested in getting some lunch than in hooking up again so soon.
Mx the horny MoFo did indeed pull the trigger with a girl there, though, which left Hunterman and myself wondering what to do next. We decided to leave, and that I was likely to get something to eat before heading back either to Bintang Mawar (back around the corner across from Madonas, the place we had just been before TC’s) or to the hotel for a siesta.
Hunterman agreed to accompany me into McDonald’s (Big Mac index was about $1.50, 13,000 rupiah), and while I was eating, I noticed a girl with a HUGE rack smiling at me from a few tables over. While I do have movie star looks (haha!), it’s quite rare for me to get attention like that from girls close to 20 years younger than I am. This was enormously flattering to the ego, but I didn’t think too much of pursuing things until I looked over again a couple more times, and the girl was smiling big time, apparently trying to get my attention! Could it really be my lucky day, hooking up with some mall chick?
I figured I’d call her bluff and go over and say hi. But of course immediately as I did so, some young Indo dude came over to the table with their order! UH OH!!! I quickly pussed out and stood up, apologized to the guy for sitting next to his girl and was going to beat a quick exit, but the sawed-off local guy just smiled and told me to have a seat and continue what I was doing. Alarm bells started ringing in my head that the girl was a pro and that the guy was not a boyfriend but rather a pimp, and my interest level sank a little bit. But then I kept sneaking glances at her rack, and it was looking pretty massive, and I began wondering if I could get some sort of bargain with a freelancer like this.
I was enormously shy about discussing details with the local guy there with us, and I think he sensed this and quickly left. The girl remained all smiles without, but after exchanging a few numbers on my cellphone calculator (about the only way to negotiate sometimes when the language barrier is so vast), it appeared that she thought McDonald’s was a 5-star hotel bar and I was some business traveler on an expense account! She was asking for a cool 1,000,000 rupiah! I immediately laughed at her opening offer, and figured at that price I had to figure out a way to get into the more comfortable price range or just cut bait and leave. While this girl had a huge rack, she was also more than a little chubby for a young Asian girl, and I KNEW there was no way she was getting that much on a usual basis.
When she said 1 mill., I told her I was just wanting short time, and she asked me to throw out a number for ST. I think I started at 180K or something, which I figured was a decent offer since there was no house/mamasan to take a cut. She said no way, and was so dismissive about things, that I was again tempted to just say ‘sorry’ and leave. But I did sit there and haggle with her for a few minutes until it became clear that she was absolutely holding the line at 300K.
This STILL seemed like a lot to me, as the local brothel girls were getting nowhere near that much and were generally a lot more attractive. But something about this girl’s TITS and the novelty of picking up a girl at McDONALD’S was very exciting to me. I had a steel-rod tent-pole boner poking a hole in my shorts the entire time I was exchanging prices with her, and my DICK was doing most of the thinking at the time. After she agreed to stay for a couple hours for her price of 300K, I did something I VERY rarely do and said “shit, it’s ONLY MONEY, right?” and said “what the hell”. I knew I was overpaying, but my dick didn’t particularly care about fiscal responsibility right about then!
Hunterman had kind of been watching the whole thing unfold, and when I did hook up the deal, he said he was going to head to Bintang Mawar while we went to the hotel and Mx finished up at TC’s.
Quite excited that the girl had agreed to go with me, we started walking a bit aimlessly the 5-6 blocks back towards the hotel. After dripping sweat, though, I figured an ojek would be the fastest way back, and we both piled on for the less than 2 minute ride.
Once we got into the room I INSTANTLY started molesting my ‘date’, and she was certainly up for my offensive. I had her shirt up and bra off in no time, and roughly sucked her swollen tits for a good couple minutes before I dropped trou and told her it was her turn to suck. And DAMN, McDonald’s girl blew me with such gusto that I thought she might actually suck me off before I even got her pants off!
After several minutes of oral, though, I did yank her jeans down and propped her up against the picture window and banged her from behind for a good minute or so before blowing a MASSIVE load. While I know many of you here have MUCH more extensive experience picking up freelancers in Asia, this was a relatively new experience for me, picking up a girl at a restaurant. I had lost a bit of the illusion that she was a novice at her job, but there was still quite a thrill about banging her 10 minutes after leaving a restaurant with her.
McDonald’s girl almost immediately started playing with her cellphone after round one ended so abruptly, but I reminded her of our deal that she’d stay a couple hours. She still seemed to have urgent business with her cellphone, but allowed me to molest her to my heart’s content while she was texting away and a couple times when she made/received a call.
THIS was also kind of thrilling to me! Figuring she was going back and forth with the boyfriend she had left back at McDonald’s, I was quite happy to remind her that she had a still stiff Bule dick to take care of before she could head out. And since I had already just blown a load, that girl ended up taking a POUNDING for the better part of the next hour. An hour where she MAYBE put down the cellphone for 60-90 seconds at a time!
I know many of you would be disgusted with a girl playing with her cellphone while you were banging her, and in a different mood, I might have been too. But THAT night, I was perfectly content to take out my aggressions on banging her silly, and she made NO objections to that as long as I didn’t try and take her phone away! This was quite a BIZARRE session, but in the end, a damned cool one, as I had that girl flipped over in about a dozen different position changes.
Photos: Mcdonalds Girl 74 75
At the very end she was claiming she had to pee, so I followed her to the bathroom and had her blowing me (PTM) while she squatted on the throne. This serious depravity was only interrupted by MongerX knocking on my door. I threw something over my boner and invited him in, and was gushing about my perverted time with McDonald’s girl (who seemed rather eager to LEAVE at that point!). Mx also headed to his room where we agreed to meet up after some clean up time to head out for the evening.
Soon enough, Mx, Hunterman and I were all ready to head out, and I think the vote was unanimous for heading back to PenJay. Since we had all sessioned at Sari Ayu the night before, Mx suggested that we start at LA Bar (another of the 3-4 major brothels in the PenJay cluster) this time.
And THIS time in PenJay I was in a MUCH better mood than the night before! Already laid twice in the afternoon/early evening, I was pretty damned happy and relaxed and when we got seated at booth along the wall and some beers delivered very quickly, it felt great to just sit back and relax and check out the talent.
And the talent at LA Bar, IMO, was superior to that available at Sari Ayu the night before, which, awesomely enough, had seemed pretty damned amazing when we were there. But LA Bar offerings in July 2006 were completely OFF THE CHARTS good!
It certainly didn’t take Mx or Hunterman long to pick out targets, but I decided to wait and gawk a bit longer, so just stayed in the booth drinking while the others expelled some lust. With two sales made already, the gaggle of pushy mamasans didn’t even bug me too much while the other guys were upstairs, and I appreciated being able to just sit there and watch and not be pressured. After awhile, though, I did start wondering why girls were ignoring me unless the mamasan was pushing them from behind. It seemed they were a lot friendlier with the Chinese mongers that made up 90% of the rest of the customers.
When Mx and Hunterman returned in short order, the mamasans got busy again sending girls over to push on us. One girl in a white outfit was absolutely STUNNING, IMO, with apparently big, meaty tits. I had her sit on my lap for a few minutes, but was disappointed by getting almost no interaction with her. In fact she seemed very cold, not smiling or making any effort at getting me interested. I’m not sure what I expected, as I spoke ZERO Indonesian, and her English was probably WORSE, but when she seemed to be getting antsy sitting there, I wrote her off as a Bule snob, and let her go seek out a Chinese guy a couple tables away.
My friend Unspongebob wrote a lengthy (surprised? Haha!) treatise awhile back for another board about how Jakarta girls had bad attitudes and hated bules. While the overwhelming evidence from personal experience of taking girls to the room and having excellent sessions with them directly contradicts this, I can see how someone could make those comments: At most of the Jakarta brothels it seemed that the mamasans were calling the shots, and that the girls didn’t go out of their way to solicit bule (non-Asian) customers.
But some advice I have often given others about mongering was advice I didn’t follow that night, “DON’T THINK TOO MUCH!”, and it came back to bite me in the ass a bit, when Hunterman ended up grabbing a mamasan and telling her to hook him up with the girl in white with the great rack that I hadn’t pulled the trigger with when I had the opportunity! And man, seeing his pics later REALLY had me kicking myself, as that girl had a fanTASTIC set of tits! And, of course, Hunterman reported the usual: Good, agreeable session with passion thrown in to boot! He played the game and hit a home run. I waited for the game to adapt to my rules, and ended up disappointed.
Well, disappointed for all of about 5 minutes or so, when as I saw some UBER hottie walk by our little booth, I let out a little yelp and pointed, and MongerX quickly grabbed a mamasan and gave her orders to go fetch the girl that had just passed by! She returned seconds later with probably the hottest girl I’ve ever touched in my life.
I wasn’t making the same mistake with THIS girl, and we quickly headed upstairs, and like usual, she provided an excellent session. She was a little camera shy and I was drooling waaaay too much to take quality pics of her while she was throwing hands over her face and giggling. But that was the ONLY disappointment with her.
Photos: Hottie 76 77
Afterwards as I walked downstairs with my legs wobbling, weak from all of the day’s activity, I almost shouted out loud something almost everyone I know has proclaimed on this board: “I LOVE JAKARTA!!!” The place was actually a little TOO good to be true!
In an AMAZINGLY good mood, I headed with our little group headed back towards the hotel for a late dinner. H’man and Mx ordered up a mountain of Chinese food, but I was in the mood for Pizza Hut next door, so that’s what I got to take back to the room before joining them and drinking about a gallon of iced tea while they ate.
Mx and Hunterman had a lot more energy than I did at that point in the evening, and they planned to go hit a 5 star hotel bar and hear some live music before possibly heading back to Blok M. Having sprung for three short times already that day, I wasn’t up for these relatively expensive activities, plus, as I mentioned, I was feeling a little tired. So I figured I’d try the internet again and then get some sleep.
I ended up going back to Lokasari Plaza, and in looking around, found a place called Star88 or something tucked away on a little side street inside the mall complex that was amazingly open 24 hours and much cheaper than the Mercure Rekso business center and 20,000 rupiah per hours. And, lo and behold, at that time in the late evening, the internet actually WORKED! Still not broadband speed, but acceptable enough that I could actually check baseball scores in less than an hour!
I caught up on a couple of days worth of events there, then took an ojek back to the hotel and watched the world outside the huge window again for awhile until I fell blissfully asleep.
It had taken close to 24 hours, but Jakarta had indeed grown on me!
