When I woke up mid-afternoon, I was greeted by a cacophony of drilling noises. I’ll sleep through anything, but the infernal racket was bloody annoying once I’d woken up.
A phone call from Risma elevated my spirits. She hardly spoke English, but she wanted me to come back to CJ “good night”.
As the drills kept resonating, drilling Risma “good night” sounded like an enticing proposition. MTR
Just Say No
Back to Pen J. MTR was next on the rotation. I sat my ass down on a bar stool and ordered a beer.
Out of the blue, this guy offers me a double cognac, and then asks me if I want to buy Extasy, heroin... Get the fuck out of my sight!
There were also 3 Africans at the bar, who spoke good French, but little English. The mamasans and girls seemed to steer well clear of them.
Rina
As usual, some of the hotties were terrified of the big bad bule. Rina spoke a fair bit of English and seemed totally enthusiastic, as she was French kissing me in the bar. Let’s go...
Considering Rina’s great attitude in the bar, I expected fireworks in bed. I was disappointed. Rina sucked my dick for just a few seconds. She was ticklish. She resisted me as I was entering her. She avoided full penetration when she was riding me. But Rina does love French kissing.
Photos: Rina - MTR Bar 105 106 107 108 109
Lollipops always make for cute pictures.
Photos: Rina - MTR Bar 110 111 112 113 114 115
TC
I visited TC with Socrates. The place was really crowded on a Friday night, with quite a few bules in the house. The hottest girls were already taken, but we were still presented some decent choices. But I had a LT girl lined up, and didn’t feel like doing another ST.
CJ
Risma
Risma called me again around 10 PM. I told her I’d be in CJ around midnight. But when I finally got there, Risma didn’t seem all that happy to see me. We danced for a while, but her enthusiasm seemed waning. And she was constantly texting...
Smelling a rat, I asked Risma if she wanted to go with me “good night”. She immediately replied: “How much?” I offered her 500.000 IDR. Risma wanted 1 million IDR. Ciao!
Big Spender
A chubby girl was sitting with an Indian guy wearing an expensive suit. He was smoking imported cigars and ordering one bottle of wine after another. Money clearly wasn’t an issue for this high roller.
Even though she had a good thing going, his girl was all over me. She said she liked my style and was ready to dump her rich benefactor. Stupid girl!
Even when I made it clear that I wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t give up. In the end, it became embarrassing...
Vivi
To get away from my admirer, I struck up a conversation with a cute blonde. She was part of a group of girls sharing a pitcher of the inevitable blue cocktail. I figured their Japanese sponsor couldn’t fuck them all.
Vivi and I were dancing together. Near closing time, she wanted to move on to another club. Sure! Risma was still alone and waved goodbye to me as I walked out arm in arm with Vivi.
I figured we’d be taking a cab. But Vivi escorted me through the underground parking lot to... her car.
Oh shit! This girl isn’t a hooker! Red Square
On the way to Red Square, I found out that Vivi worked for a Japanese company. Her job description included “entertaining clients”.
A hooker on the payroll? Red Square is a hip & tiny club that attracts a young crowd, including plenty of bules. It was bursting at the seems on a Friday night, and it took an eternity before our drinks were served.
Plenty of hot babes around. Even some hot bule chicks!
Few girls were unaccompanied, though. Vivi and I were dancing. We started French kissing. Things were going great.
But one of Vivi’s friends was staying at her place, so Vivi was unable to accompany me. She dropped me and the rest of her friends off at McDonald’s. Since hair pie wasn’t on the menu, I settled for chicken McNuggets. 
Loso