by asiaphan
I felt a bit better after my chat with G Man, who reassured me that my unpleasant experience of the afternoon was not out of the ordinary, but not terribly common either. He somehow made me feel that I had done nothing wrong, just had a bit of bad luck and that things would probably get much better as I got accustomed to Batam. He also told me a little bit about the nearby joints, including Rio Rita’s across the street from Lucy’s. For some reason I was under the impression it was a restaurant, but G Man told me the small room next to the main store front was a karaoke joint just like Queen Bee. Not wanting to spend my first night on Batam alone, I went to Rio Rita after finishing the pleasant 1 hour chat with G Man.
Rio Rita was very much like Queen Bee, except the room was a little larger, and long and narrow. There were about the same number of girls, 40 to 50, but all sat on one long bench against the wall. There were no other customers. The manager was a woman. I went through pretty much the same routine, declining the offer of a drink, and trying to look over the girls over without staring. I saw a fairly cute, quite small, petite gal, young looking, with breasts that were clearly sticking out, short hair, way too much white pancake make up, but her body was really good. She had an indifferent attitude, was just slouching on the bench. Did not make eye contact with me, but was not avoiding it by staring hard at the floor like some of the girls. She seemed to be a bit of a loner, so I asked the manager for her. Then I also asked the manager if she did bj, using hand signals. The manager had a short talk with the girl and then told me yes. This girl was far better looking than the Queen Bee girl, and seemed pleasant, and bit more reserved.
I paid the fee, again about R260,000 I think. We walked back to the hotel, about five minutes away. Again, the bell boys leered at her a bit, the front desk ignored us. The same scenario happened each time I walked through the lobby with a girl.
We got to my room, and I had a much better feeling about this girl, as she did not immediately turn on the TV, and instead took a shower, coming out in a towel. I too took a short shower, carrying my pants (and the money in the pockets) with me. She was under the covers when I returned. I turned the lights low, it was after 10pm I believe. I removed my clothes and crawled under the covers with her. After some hesitant mutual groping she pulled me to her and gave me a very enthusiastic kiss, which gradually led to some heavy open mouth Frenching. Now this is what I came to Batam for!!!!! I slowly got the towel off, and this girl had one smoking hot body! Beautiful breasts, round, high on her chest, full sized for such a small girl, perfect nipples in the exact center of the perfectly round areola, exquisite. Her stomach was flat, butt round, skin soft, not too slim and not fat, just wonderfully curvy, absolutely superb. Only detractions were a few small round scars on her abdomen and upper legs, she said from cigarette smoking. She said she was 18, and that seemed accurate. After more mutual fondling, I rolled onto my back and motioned for her to do the promised bj, which she did sans condom. Her technique was decent, but very practiced and pretty short, no attempt to actually get me off that way. Then she got on her back, spread her legs, and as I got in position she used her hand to start to insert my dick into her pussy. I had to use a good deal of self discipline to stop her, reach into the bedside drawer and grab a condom. She tried to help me put it on, but clearly lacked any expertise (uh oh!), and I did it myself. She was quite dry, and insertion was not easy. A pillow under her hips, legs up on my shoulders, and then a little squirt of astro glide helped the situation greatly and I had really nice, if somewhat conservative time with her. Stayed in missionary the whole time, finishing inside her. She was not wild in bed by any means, but very accommodating, participating enough to let me know she was at least awake, but not bucking in a ridiculous fashion like in porno tapes (a couple girls later in the week did that, and I disliked it as much as the ones who did nothing at all). When I finished, we cleaned up a bit and went to sleep. Disappointingly, she put her bra and top back on to sleep. I woke up several times during the night with a hard on, but she looked fast asleep and I did not want to put her off by waking her, she had been very pleasant during the entire evening, and so I waited til morning for round two.
She woke around 7, I had been awake for more than an hour. When she woke, I slowly started the hugging and snuggling routine. She was fairly passive, but did not resist. She helped me get her top off again, and I once again had her in standard missionary til I finished, more quickly than the previous night. And while she was cooperative, she was a little more passive, but hey it was early in the morning, so that was OK by me.
I silently weighed my options for the day. I could ask to keep her a second day, which was tempting as she had an ultra hot body, and in the morning I could see that she had a very cute face as well, much better without that silly white pancake makeup. In fact she was damn cute. In retrospect, she was far and away the best looking girl, face and body, I had in Batam. Or instead of keeping her a second day, I could try my hand at getting a new girl and possibly ending up with another girl like Sara from Queen Bee. Faced with that as a possibility, it was a no brainer decision. I spent the next half an hour using my phrase book to ask her if she would spend another day with me. Yes. Great. We went down together to enjoy the large buffet breakfast that is included with the room. No comments from the front desk or any of the waiting staff about my guest enjoying the breakfast with me, and there were no extra charges on my bill when I checked out. We got a few disapproving looks for other guests eating breakfast, but nothing overt. We both had a large breakfast sampling most of the wide variety of cold and hot food available.
At 10am we walked over to Rio Rita’s, paid the booking fee, and she changed her clothes. She came out in a matching set of very wide blue jean bell bottoms tight at the hips and around her butt, and a tight blue jean halter top showing lots of midriff, and huge five inch platform shoes the girls wear nowadays. Fuckin’ hot!
We walked back to the hotel, this time the motorcycle taxis on the corner hooted and whistled at her, the bell boys did a more obvious leer than usual, and I felt a bit embarrassed, the dirty old man!
Once in the room, I could not constrain myself and laid her on the bed and had her once more. She was helpful in removing her clothes, but was again fairly passive as she had been earlier in the morning. Still her smoking body was more than enough to quickly send me over the edge. No kissing or bj.
I asked her to be my guide. I wanted to go shopping, buy some local fresh fruit, maybe a camera, maybe some gifts, and of course would buy something for her as well. I imagined we could have lunch at some quaint Indo joint, then return in the afternoon for a long leisurely afternoon session of lust. I was very pleased!
We went downstairs, she asked me (via phrase book), where I wanted to go to buy the fruit. Uh, hey lady, you are supposed to be my guide, right? I had no friggin idea where to go! After a few minutes of deliberation with the taxi, we were off and soon arrived at a large department type store with groceries upstairs. She paid the taxi about 1/3 what I figured it would have cost me. The fruits were rather expensive, but there were some interesting looking ones and she helped me pick out a few. But then something happened. We (she I mean) had attracted hoots and whistles the whole time, walking on the street, and all through the store. Like I said, she was one hot number, and dressed in a very sexy outfit, and wore that very whorish white pancake makeup. I was starting to be able to ignore the stares, when she suddenly indicating she was going back downstairs, leaving me alone to try to figure out how to pay for the stuff. Hey wait a minute guide, where are you going?? She did not go downstairs, but neither did she help me. After I paid, she walked several steps ahead of me as we went out to the street and flagged a taxi. I am not sure what she said, but I heard her say the name of my hotel and we were heading back. Hey what happened to the rest of the shopping trip? She again gave the taxi far less money than I would have had to pay. We went to my room, she took off her shoes and pants, but not her top, and got into bed. OK, that’s fine by me! But when I laid next to her, she rolled over away from me and closed her eyes. I think she might have said sleep or something. But even if she did not say it, it was clear that sleep was what she was going to do. She motioned for me to take a nap next to her. She was still being pleasant and polite to me, but clearly not anxious to have sex, or should I say, clearly anxious to avoid sex if possible.
Something had surely happened at the store that bothered her, but I never found out what. I assume somebody said something or looked at her in a way that she just couldn’t stand anymore. It could have been something entirely different, I have no idea. At any rate, since she was still pleasant and kindly, I let her sleep. I also took a short nap. When I woke she was still sleeping, and sleeping, and sleeping. 2 o’clock, then 3 o’clock, then 4 and 5pm came and went. And she still slept. She looked so good in my bed that I wanted to wake her and take her again several times, but I did not. I felt a little bad because clearly something had made her feel bad at the store and for some reason I felt a little guilty about it. I finally woke her up around 6:30, saying we should go to dinner. She understood, and I was relieved that she woke right up and showered and got ready to go out to eat.
She took me to the A1 Pujasera seafood food court. She ordered the beer for me, she did not drink any. And she ordered sate, fried crab in a spicy sauce, fried shrimp, and sautéed vegetables with squid. All was good except the warm beer. I had a second bottle anyway! Total was about US$11, with enough food for four. It was the first rich food I’d had in several days, and the spicy fried food topped off with the strong warm beer was the perfect recipe for indigestion. Near the end of the meal I started to feel “it” coming on. I went to use the restroom at the pujasera, more culture shock. There was a stinking, rotten concrete troth for the urinal, and a mysterious closet. I used the urinal and saw a man exit the closet, grab a bucket of water and throw it in the closet he had just exited. I got the picture!!! And decided I could wait til I got back to the hotel to do my business, no matter how urgent it became!
We (she I mean) paid (with my money of course) and left the food court, no taxis were waiting for us. We walked a bit out to the main street, my “need” getting more and more urgent every moment. I indicated to my friend that I had an upset stomach and wanted to get back to the hotel. She understood, and said I should go back to the room and sleep. Actually she just said “sleep”. Yea sleep, right after I use the toilet! We found a taxi, and made it back to the room and the western flush toilet. I relieved myself, but was still a little weak. Took some pepto bismol, and sat down in the big chair. She turned on MTV and crawled into bed, and once again urged me to sleep. “Sleep”. I got the feeling that she was glad to see me sleep, and would not have to accommodate my sexual desires that evening. But despite my suspicions of her actual thoughts, I have to say she was always pleasant and kind to me, and never refused me, when she wasn’t sleeping that is! I quickly fell asleep in the soft chair and woke up an hour later, 9pm. I looked at my girl in the bed, she was once again fast asleep. I was feeling much better, and looking at her was getting me aroused again. But again, I did not wake her. I was grateful to her for at least being pleasant and kind to me, and I did not want to force her to do something that it seemed like she did not want to do.
I did not sleep well that night. My indigestion was gone and I felt fine, too good in fact. Not sleepy at all having taken a nap in the afternoon. Yet my guest slept like a rock. She talked in her sleep several times, one word I clearly understood was “sayang”. I looked it up and it means “to be fond of”, or to have affection. The next morning I told her she had talked in her sleep and told her she had clearly said sayang. She pointed at me. I asked her if she had a boyfriend in Batam. No. Getting more clever I asked her if she had boyfriend back home in Jakarta. Yes. I see I thought to myself blindly. As morning came, I had decided to not keep her another day, as it was pretty clear she was getting more and more uncomfortable about having sex with me. Or should I say, she was letting her guard down a little and letting it show more and more that she did not want to have sex with me. In either case, it’s the same thing. But I sort of rationalized that she should have sex with me at least one more time that morning, considering we did not do it the night before. So I sort of felt justified in pushing her to do it. I laid down, and fondled and tried to kiss her. She was totally passive and non-responsive. Not resistant, but totally passive. I tried to take off her top, but had difficulty and she helped me get it off. Then she went back to complete passivity. Luckily I am just a simple horny old man, and being able to see that nearly perfect hot little body under me was more than enough to get me off, despite her continued complete passivity.
When I finished we showered and went downstairs to breakfast, just as we had done the previous morning. This time instead of eating a large breakfast and sampling the various dishes as she had the day before, she had one small bowl of soup, then unceremoniously waved goodbye and left me there to finish breakfast alone. She smiled and waved goodbye, pleasant to the end, but obviously making a hasty retreat.
It was only 8am, she did not have to report back to Rio Rita until 10am. Oh well. The only time she had shown any enthusiasm for sex was our very first session when she had instigated the heavy French kissing and gave me a decent bj. The following three sessions did not have any mutual kissing or any bj. Just standard missionary sex, and she was very passive.
Addendum: Over the course of my week in the hotel, I frequently saw the girls leaving alone fairly early in the morning. That is apparently common, maybe even the norm. One morning I saw a guy eating breakfast alone, who the night before had had a gorgeous young girl on his arm as they went out to dinner. I asked him where his date of the previous night was, he replied she was still sleeping. Man these girls like to sleep! At any rate, it was reassuring to me that other guys had girls who made them eat alone, and who left them early in the morning, and who slept a lot!
1/2/08
GIRLS OF BATAM: One Bule's Experience - GIRL TWO
1/1/08
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/)
