GIRLS OF BATAM: One Bule's Experience - GIRL SIX

by asiaphan

I met Jensen at Lucy’s in the afternoon. He once again asked me what I wanted. This time I had a specific answer. I told him I wanted to have short time with a drop dead gorgeous stunner of a girl. He said he would try his best. He took me to nearby Dynasty99. I saw one or two girls that were good looking to me, but not super hot. Both of them were clearly avoiding eye contact with me. I pointed out the two I liked to Jensen and he confirmed my impression that they did not want to go with foreigners. He then pointed out a younger looking girl with bigger breasts, who was sitting alone. I said she looked OK, which she did, but asked if he knew any other places. I was hoping to find a real stunner. We went across the street to Queens massage, not to be confused with Queen Bee, the very first place I went.

Queens is a fish bowl type place, the first one I had been to in Batam, or anywhere for that matter. Instead of a large picture window to view the girls as I had imagined, there was only a narrow slit in the wall, and it was hard to see all the girls. I had to move around, and walk back and forth. I felt quite silly peering in through the slats, like I was shopping for a good piece of meat, while Jensen, the manager, and a couple of flunkies watched me. The girls could see my face peering in at them, and I saw all the same reactions I had seen in the other places. Some consciously made heavy eye contact, some clearly tried hard to NOT make eye contact staring at the floor, others ignored me, some pointed to themselves, some stood up and turned around for me, a wide variety of responses, and a wide range of beauty among the girls. There were three that caught my interest, and one especially. She looked very young, 18 at the most, was very, very slim and petite, had long straight hair, fair skin, wore a tight halter top and tight jeans showing her very slim hips, reminded me of one of my employees back home that I had mightily, but secretly, lusted after. She looked a little whorish, but was very desirable to me. The manager called her out to meet me. Seeing the whole package in front of me, I definitely wanted this one. But the girl seemed very indifferent to me, and was not making eye contact. There was some discussion between Jensen and the manager. It was pretty clear the girl was very reluctant about going with me. I told Jensen that if the girl really did not want to go with me, that I did not want to push it. He said she did not want to go with me because I was bule, white foreigner. I pointed out the other two girls I found appealing, and he told me they would not go with me either for the same reason. We left. I asked him if he knew any other places. He suggested we go back to Dynasty99 and get a girl. I again asked him about other other places, as I knew there were dozens of places I had not visited in Batam. He drove another two minutes down the road to Crown, don’t know if it was officially a karaoke joint or massage, does not matter. There were no girls of any interest to me in Crown. I asked him if he knew any other places, but I got the message from his demeanor that my tour was up and I should choose from what I had already seen. A little disappointed, I opted to go back to Dynasty99 and take the younger girl with bigger breasts.

Jensen talked to the manager and arranged it. He told me I would be the girl’s first foreigner, that she was willing to try it, but might be a little nervous or scared. The girl took me to a short time room. I was, for the umpteenth time in Batam, taken aback at the ghastly conditions. The room was very small, had a small twin sized bed with a dirty bed cover, dirty wall, peeling paint, a stall with a hole in the floor and a bucket of water that was both shower and toilet, an air conditioner that did not work, and maybe worst of all, no windows! We sat on the edge of the bed, and after a minute of uncomfortable silence, it was clear I spoke no Indonesian and she no English. She unceremoniously took off her clothes and could not have done so in a less sensual way! I took off my clothes. She laid on the dingy sheets and opened her legs. Boy, this was pretty hard core! Not my speed at all, but I did my best to go through with it, for the experience if nothing else. And I was not sure if anything bad would happen to the girl if I backed out at that point. Would the manager think the girl had done something wrong and punish or penalize her?

Girl Six was fairly cute, almost chubby, she probably will be out right chubby in another year or two. Sort of nice breasts, but they looked better with her bra supporting them. Inverted nipples, hairless pussy, smooth skin, coarse hair a little past her shoulders. A young looking body, but not real hot. Like most of the girls before her, she was very dry when trying to enter, and a little prodding with my finger did nothing to help. I went at it, trying to enter gently and slowly. She winced a little. After several minutes and a couple aborted attempts, I was in. She did not seem uncomfortable at all, and even smiled back at me a couple of times, but was clearly not getting any sexual pleasure. She was almost completely passive. But at that moment it was better for me than the overly active and unsensual techniques I had experienced the last three nights. So what is wrong with me? I complain that one is too passive, then get two very active girls and they are too active, and get another passive girl and don’t like that either?

The room was hot and stuffy, sweat started to pour off my face, I was more and more afraid the girl would think I was a real pig, (and Muslims don’t like pigs!). I struggled to finish up, and finally did, barely reaching a weak orgasm. She “showered” by pouring a bucket of water over herself in the toilet/shower room. I suppose her impression that I was a pig grew by leaps and bounds when I refused to go in the stall for a “shower”. I tipped her a small amount, maybe 30,000, and took a taxi back to the hotel. I called Jensen on his cell phone, and told him I would not be needing his services that night, that I planned to just go drinking and bar hopping and maybe find something on my own.

GIRLS OF BATAM: One Bule's Experience - GIRL THREE

by Anonymous

BDV-623934-BDVI was not real thrilled with either of my two Karaoke all night bookings and the local guide Jensen was still not back from Jakarta. I spent all day Friday alone, reading, relaxing, and taking two short walks around the neighborhood.

Despite the many bad comments about free lancers in Batam on the net, G Man had told me the previous evening that a good time could be had. And their English was generally much better. He motioned at a very slim, good looking freelancer who was sitting next to him in Lucy�s as he was talking. So I decided to spend Friday night bar hopping, hoping to find a free lancer to keep me company for the evening. I also knew that the Sing guys would be coming in and snatching up the better girls, the pickings at the karaoke joints would probably be slim on Friday evening. Slimmer yet on Saturday, but that was still a day away!

I started off at Lucy�s, nothing there. So I went to the new, and very nicely appointed Red Cock. Both Lucy�s and the Red Cock cater to the expat and foreign tourist clientele. There are often Indonesian ladies hanging around both places, and it was not always easy for me to tell if they were free lancing or already involved. (One afternoon the following week I was ogling a very pretty lady with beautiful long hair, a rarity in Batam, who was sitting alone at the bar in Lucy�s. I asked the waitress who she was and found out she was the owner�s wife! Ooops)

At the Red Cock, one very slim lady, barely average in looks, was sitting next to a white guy, and very much looked like she was �with� him. But she started to make big time goo goo eyes with me (heavy eye contact). I discounted it as a tease and finished my beer. Seeing no other possibilities at Red Cock, I followed G Man�s recommendation and took a cab to the street where Napoli Pizza, Ice Bar, and Sugar Bar are all located next to each other. All three turned out to be pubs that again catered mainly to the foreign tourist and expat clientele. I thought Napoli Pizza was just a pizza joint, but it was actually a major pick up joint, just like Ice Bar and Sugar Bar. There were plenty of girls in both places, probably two or three for every guy, a few lookers, and many more unattractive ones. A few had foreign boyfriends and were just there to have a good time. Several unattractive ladies approached me, some were harder to get rid of than others.

Then I noticed the slim girl from Red Cock enter and she walked up to me saying she had followed me from Red Cock. I told her I thought she was involved, she said no. But she was not exactly my type, I was hoping to find a younger more attractive gal. The skinny girl would not go away. I did my best to ignore her. I wondered in and out of all three places, having a beer in each. The skinny girl followed me each time. I was approached by unattractive, older, heavier ladies in each place. I had my eyes on one younger gal, but she seemed very involved in just having a good time with her female friend, playing pool, drinking, talking. I finally walked over and talked to her, asking if she might be available. She said she was! I asked again, saying I thought she was hanging with her girl friend tonight. She said it was her friend, but that she was looking for a booking too. (actually I can�t remember the exact words, but it was clear she was available to come back to my hotel for a fee). Her friend was pretty drunk, and looked to be asleep with her head resting on the table. The girl of my interest told me to wait a bit, and she walked out the door, perhaps to the next door bar, I do not know. I waited a minute. It was getting late, I was getting drunk and hungry. I was in Napolis so ordered a hot sandwich. When it came, the cute girl still had not returned, and the skinny girl was still hanging around and asked for some of my sandwich. Always the gentlemen, I shared it with her. Her English was pretty good, and she seemed very willing, and I guess I mistook her persistence for loyalty? In my drunken state, I decided an old bird in the hand was better than a young chick not yet returned, and I still was having waking nightmares about the young girl I took from Queens Bee. So I took her to my hotel, after first telling her I would pay 200,000. She was not happy with that amount, but agreed. I should have bailed right there.

Before we took a taxi back to the hotel, she asked me to pay for some sate from the street vendor. I did, thinking it would be nice to have a snack back at the hotel and chat and maybe get to know her a bit. We took a taxi to the hotel. She got right down to business, I used the toilet and when I came out she was nude and laying on the bed. I wished she had showered first. Oh well. She was certainly older, with evidence of having a baby, but was still very slim. With nearly no foreplay, she tried to pull me inside her. I had to once again stop her and get the condom on. She renewed her efforts to pull me inside. She was dry, so penetration was not easy. I applied my handy astro glide which helped. But not much was happening for me, very little sensation down there. Probably a combination of too much beer, her barely average looks, and more sex the last three days than I am used to. I laid down on my back and motioned to her to use her hand, which she gladly did. That was much better, and I decided to just finish like that. She was much more experienced than the two previous girls, and knew how to give a good hand job, including some teasing anal play. I had a nice orgasm, and she held on to me for a long time after. She went to clean up in the shower. Then just as quickly as she had undressed, she dressed and made ready to leave. Despite her expertise at hand jobs, I did not feel much for her. In fact I did not really like her very much, and was actually glad she was getting ready to leave. I did not trust her. On her way out, she, like my first girl, gathered up all the little bottles of complimentary shampoo, lotion, comb, razor, soap, etc. in the bathroom, and then tried to take all the food from the mini bar, but I stopped her. She said the cookies were for her child, I said no. I can be so cruel. She grabbed the sate, also saying it was for her child. I let her take that. And she was off. 12:30am. I fastened the security lock and had a nice sleep alone, my only night alone in Batam.(http://nedbatam.com)

GIRLS OF BATAM: One Bule's Experience - GIRL ONE

by asiaphan

It was my very first day in Batam, I wanted to get right down to business, er, I mean pleasure. And I wanted to try to forget the horrid massage lady.

I went to the lobby of the hotel. The bell boy asked if I wanted a taxi. Sure. I wanted to know if they could just sort of drive me around, I had the names of a few girlie places from the internet, figured I would ask the driver once under way. No need to embarrass myself in front of the bell boy and passers by. The taxi quoted R35,000, but with a three hour minimum (the hotel taxi drivers could speak limited English as could the bell boys). I knew that was very much a rip off price, and walked away, I figured my business would not take more than one hour. I walked down to the street, but just like at the ferry terminal, I realized I could not negotiate with a street taxi, no English. I was stuck already, and at the mercy of the hotel taxi. I went back, and there was a second taxi guy, who then called his friend who supposedly spoke a little English on a cell phone. The friend showed up ten minutes later, and I finally agreed for a round trip to Queen’s Bee, at the drivers recommendation, for R40,000, which a week later would have only cost me R20,000 tops.

Queen’s Bee is a Karaoke joint. Well, it is a brothel under the guise of a karaoke joint. I walked in the door and directly into a small room, no foyer or front desk or any such entry way. Just right into the room which was not much larger than an average American living room. Along one wall were two rows of cheap, black, vinyl covered, tattered benches, with forty to fifty girls sitting. The place was fairly dark and a little noisy from the Karaoke music. The rest of the room was furnished with the same tattered, black vinyl benches and cocktail tables, where a customer could sit with the girl of his choice and drink, sing and chat. There were no other customers in the place, time was about 1pm. Several of the girls immediately started to hoot and holler at me, some just looked, some ignored me, some clearly avoided eye contact, more than a few were smoking, some chatted with the girl next to them oblivious to me, some looked totally bored, some were ready to party, a few actively solicited my attention with eye contact, hip movement (a little bit like a stripper), or just verbally. I remember hearing things like, “Halo”, “take me”, “pick me”, “good time”, “me, me, me”, and so on. Mostly of the comments were unintelligible. The manager was an Indo man, who spoke some English. He was polite but aggressive. Offered me a drink, I declined. Asked me what kind of girl I liked, I mumbled a non-committal response. He asked if he could bring me a couple of girls, I think his exact words were, “I pick for you, OK?”. I mumbled again. He then asked if I liked small girls, to which I nodded in the affirmative. He brought over one shy looking slim girl, who looked quite uncomfortable as she sat next to me. I had my eye on another small girl, not real pretty, but an interesting face, slim, short hair, she seemed eager to go with me. The manager brought a third girl to me as well, but I decided on the one with short hair who seemed most eager to go with me. The manager said it was R280,000 (or maybe just R260,000 don’t remember exactly) booking fee. I paid the manager and the girl disappeared for a couple minutes, I assume to pack an overnight bag, and we got into the taxi, she snuggled up to me nicely and put her hand on my thigh. We went back to the hotel. The girl did not have an overnight bag exactly, just her very small hand bag, but it turned out to have her pajamas stuffed inside along with a few other necessities.

Arriving at the hotel, the bell boys gave us a knowing glance, and may have leered at the girl a bit, but made no verbal comments. The front desk ignored my guest completely. Once in my room, things deteriorated immediately. She lost her cuddly, happy demeanor. She turned on the TV at once. That is a no win deal. If I make her turn it off, she is pissed, if I leave it on, her attention will never be fully on me. I opted for the lesser of two evils, not wanting an angry young girl in my room, and left the TV on. I motioned for her to take a shower but she declined. Damn, bad sign number two. She then started talking, I could not understand anything, but it sure looked like she was asking for money, I think she was saying something like R100,000 me. I did not give her any money. Then she said lima belas (15) over and over. I thought it was another request for money, but later on I came to think she was trying to tell me she was 15 years of age. She was fairly young looking. Once her clothes finally came off, she had no pussy hair, and no nipples (or inverted nipples), although her breasts were fully developed and she had the girlie curves and hips. She was clearly past puberty and into womanhood, age could have been as young as 15 I suppose, but I really doubt it. Could also have been as old as 21 I think, impossible for me to tell.

So no shower, OK. I sat on the edge of the bed next to her. She pulled out a condom from her bag and held it up in front of my face. I nodded yes and she smiled. For several clumsy moments we fiddled with each other, sort of hugging, a few pecks on the cheek, some hesitant gropes, she avoided any mouth to mouth action. I helped her remove her top, and she started the shy routine. Covered up her breasts, tried to get under the covers, etc. I was able to remove her bra as she slipped under the covers. I removed my own clothes, then pulled back the bed covers to get her pants off. She was a little reluctant, but did not really resist at all. It’s kind of hard to explain, even though she helped me get her pants off it was like she was not really cooperative either.

I kissed her breasts a little, no response from her. She adjusted her head so she could see the TV better. OK, I sort of expected that. She was not real pretty, but had a sort of boyish charming face, which appealed to me, and was petite. It was my first time seeing a naturally hairless pussy, and her breasts were high, and “perky”, and nicely formed, so her body was a significant turn on for me. Figured that she was decent enough for my first Indo girl, and proceeded. Put on a condom, tried to ask her for bj, she understood and flat out refused. Fine, not unexpected, I proceeded to the main course and tried to enter her. She was very dry, and not at all cooperative in assisting with insertion. Not resistant at all, but not cooperative. I used some of the astro glide lube I brought, and finally got her legs up high enough to give me a good angle for penetration. A few gentle pushes and I was in. She winced a little. Once inside, she immediately put her legs tightly together. I think her intent was to make a tighter fit and get me off sooner. But it had the opposite effect. We then struggled for the next ten minutes, me trying to keep her in a position that was good for me, she trying to minimize the depth of my thrust and/or get me off quick by trying to keep her legs together. She finally gave up, and I got her legs up above my shoulders and got some decent stroking. It was my first sex in a week, and the anticipation of it all had me pretty stoked, so I was ready to blow in no time. I pulled out to come on her chest, she was not comfortable, guarded her face with her hands, but allowed me to come. As soon as I started to squirt, she squirmed around trying to avoid it. When I was done she got up and cleaned herself off with a tissue. Then took a shower! I waited until she was done and then showered, taking my pants (and the money in the pocket) into the bathroom with me. Then things got worse, much worse.

After the shower she tried talking to me. It was very difficult, she spoke no English at all, and all we had were my pocket electronic translator and a small phrase book. After many attempts I got the impression that she wanted to leave and go back to Queens Bee, but she could not/would not tell me why. So I said no. She pointed to her handbag dozens of times, and started to get frustrated at my inability to understand her. She repeated the same thing over and over and over, getting more agitated as I continued to look at her stupefied. We tried the translator and book, but she was clearly poorly educated and it was nearly impossible for her to look up stuff. I tried my best, but she continued to use words and phrases that just were not in either my translator or book. And that just frustrated her more. But she kept hammering home the word “pulang” (go back), and I kept saying no, no pulang. I had read on the net about how some girls try to get out of an all night commitment, saying they have errands to run. This girl did not/could not say why she wanted to go back. At first I thought she wanted me to go back with her, then later it seemed like she did not. I still don’t know if she actually had changed her mind about that or I just had misunderstood.

After well over an hour of this nonsense I was starting to lose my patience, and was ready to cut my losses and try again with a different girl. I gave her a small tip, not because I wanted to tip her as much as I wanted to make it clear our time was over, and started to say good-bye to her. But she would not leave the room. She complained the tip was not enough (I think!). After several more minutes and attempts at communicating, including raising her voice and pacing back and forth, I think I got the point that she was going to leave but that I should not go back to Queens Bee. Again I remembered reading on the net that girls who do not keep an all night commitment, or who are returned to the karaoke bar by the customer as unsatisfactory, are subject to some sort of reprimand and perhaps a penalty. So it started to make sense that she would not want me to go back to Queen’s Bee. So after an hour of her telling me pulang pulang, now she was telling me “no pulang”, “no pulang”. I think her meaning was that I should not go back to Queens Bee, because then the manager would know she was not with me. The next bit of communication from her seemed to indicate that she in fact did want to sleep in my room. She started insisting on it, but going to go out for a while. I really did not want anything more to do with her at all. I said no again. And then she really worked herself into a tizzy, ranting and raving, sometimes talking to herself, then repeating endlessly to me that she would sleep here, that I should not pulang, then slapped her hand bag, then pointed to my pillow, and on and on and on.

I was getting close to calling the front desk for help in getting her out. At this point I was standing up, pointing at the door, saying goodbye over and over. But she still did not leave, I think she wanted to make sure I was not going back to Queen Bee. Finally, around 6:30, after over two hours of this nonsense, I guess she was convinced that I would not go back to Queen Bee. She finally started to pack and get ready to leave. She raided the bathroom, took all the freebie supplies, shampoo, lotion, bubble bath, soap, toothbrush, comb, razor. Took up the handful of candies I had laid on the table, snatched up the extra condom, and somehow got it all into that tiny little hand bag. She finally walked out the door to my great relief. I looked out my window to make sure she actually left. As soon as she was out the front door a guy on a scooter picked her up. There were always four or five guys with scooters in front of the hotel offering rides to passersby, and I knew the girls usually took one back to their bar in the mornings. But somehow this guy was a bit quick in riding up to her and she was a bit quick in jumping on the back. In hindsight I suspect the guy on the bike was her boyfriend and she had been planning all along to get out and see him on my booking time. The guy had probably waited in front of the hotel for the last several hours. Oh well, at least she was out of the room, and I had enough time to shower, gather myself together, and walk over to Lucy’s bar for a 7pm meeting with G Man from the asfo email list.

I have no qualms in mentioning this girl’s name. Sara from Queens Bee, AVOID.(http://nedbatam.com/)