Grahadi entertainment center was the subject of some questions a few weeks back. I had checked out the website and the pictures were certainly nice eye candy. But the website is not very helpful about what to expect so I sent my questions to the “contact” email. Surprisingly, I received prompt responses from Mr. Ari, and a mobile telephone number to call when I arrived in Bali. The bad news was confirmed – that the overnight, take-away prices are 1.2 juta, all inclusive. Ouch! I did a translation to about 4k Thai Baht and said, WTF, I’ll take one for the team, to see how this all works out. Any benefit to me is, of course, just an accident.
I arrived in Bali in the early afternoon and suffered through the two hours of waiting for visa on arrival. It was about 17h00 before I got my Indonesian sim card installed and called Mr. Ari. He says “C’mon over at 19h00 and I’ll introduce you to the girls.” At this time, I didn’t know that Grahadi opens at 14h00, when the day shift lovelies come to work and actually CLOSES for an hour at 19h00.
I learned about Grahadi closing when I arrived at the reception desk. The guy at reception was polite but amused. Another call to Ari to solved the problem and I joined him in the restaurant. Evidently, the girls going off duty get a meal and sometimes the night shift girls eat at that time, too. Ari figures that he gets a chance to chat with this big bule and I get an extra look at the girls. The girls, BTW, are pretty but oh-so-young. Maybe 20 of them are eating at various tables and the scene reminded me of a high school café more than anything. I felt old all of a sudden. The feeling only lasted about 5 seconds, though, until lust kicked in.
Ari bought me a beer to keep me talking about life outside Indonesia. After that, at about 20h00, we went to a fishbowl set-up, with a very small number of girls. (This was just after the Eid al Fitri holiday.) He apologized and said that normally there would be more than 100 girls. He thought that English language skills would be a problem for most of tonight’s girls. He tried to get me to take one girl with good language skills --he said. Too thin, I thought and decided to wait a bit. The viewing area, where customers look at the girls, is quite small and that night filled up with young Indonesian guys who were almost giggling with nervousness. Go figure.
Then A-- came into the line up. Easily a 9 and more. TTG stammers “THAT one, number xx.!” Some introductions are made and the deal is struck. A-- could be a deaf-mute for all I care at that point, but in fact her English is quite good and her Japanese is better, as I learned later that night. Off we go by taxi. I offer to stop for food and A-- tell me she doesn’t eat at night because she thinks she’s fat. I had a very close inspection of her, from about every possible angle – no fat. In fact, she has a figure that would cause a riot in monastery.
She hadn’t changed clothes when we left Grahadi and her “I’m-a-hooker” outfit, complete with mid-thigh stockings, made the arrival at my hotel … memorable?
We got comfortable in my room and had round one of three. She’s exciting, with DFK, nice attention to getting me very hard with deep throat action, DATY – which she seemed to enjoy, and I know I did – then a couple of different positions, and a cowgirl finish. She left me panting.
A-- has two large tattoos, one at the small of her back and another at the top of her back near her right shoulder. Like a Geisha. She spent six months in Japan last year. All this information was gathered after she takes a telephone call from Japan, nicely timed while I’m recovering from round one. A long call. A-- has a sponsor in Japan who is getting a car for her under some complicated deal. I’m getting little strokes of endearment while she’s yammering away to this guy. I find it kind of kinky and we have round 2 after this late night, matter-of-fact chat with one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever slept with. Round two finishes with her on top of me and holding me in a headlock like you see on those supposedly sexy Japanese prints. She got into the sex and we were sorting out directions and terms of endearment in four, maybe five languages.
Round 3 came sometime after daylight. Nice sex –“ we are friends now, I know what works for you and you know what works for me sex. “ She has a change of clothes in her large purse so we didn’t shock the breakfast crowd. She never mentioned money but I stuffed a tip in her pocket and gave her 50k for the taxi. I walked her out of the hotel and got her into the taxi, then went back to pack for my mid-day flight.
Summary would be that Grahadi is pricey. JustBlue is right about that. But my experience was the best quality I’ve had in Bali…something approaching Alexis Spa in Jakarta is the closest Indonesian comparison I can make. Two pics of A— are attached.