Jakarta

Since when are MyBar girls quoting 2 million? I've never had one of those girls (even the stunners) ask for more than a million, and normally they are happy for less than that. That girl must have been the top stunner of all time in that bar.

Girls at CJs ask for more than girls at MyBar (even if it's the same girl) simply due to supply and demand and the fact that CJs is a far more upscale venue. Girls at MyBar do not expect 2 million rupiah (at least not in my experience).

I'd love to see a photo of that girl.

[QUOTE=PipeLayer99;1813213]That's right! No need to pay upfront. If she doesn't want to play ball, take another lady. It's your money and your rules (your choice to take a different one). A request for money upfront is a big red flag.[/QUOTE]I've not had a girl ask for money up front in Jakarta. But if they were to tell me in the bar that I have to pay up front, I would tell them that I will give them money after sex. And if they don't agree with that, I would look for a different girl. If they waited until they got to my place to ask for money up front, I would tell them they are free to leave, but I am not going to pay them until they have done something to earn that money.

I've had girls in South America ask for money up front. Every one of them was a horrible shag. The last thing I want is for that trend to come to Indonesia.

[QUOTE=CardBoy;1813591]
Any other bar. Even TOPGun sucked last week.[/QUOTE]I think Top Gun pretty much always sucks for quality women. But it's still a fun place to hang out, have some fairly cheap drinks, and listen to the band.

Places for free lancers have fallen off big time in the last 10 years. There are so many huge brothels up in north Jakarta now that it seems many people go to those now rather than picking up free lancers. It also seems that as soon as a really nice free lancer hits the market, she's snapped up by some guy living locally much more now than in the past. In the past, most of the guys picking up the free lancers were married oil and gas guys who had no interest in a long term relationship with working girls. Now it seems there are far less married guys in town.

CJs, BATS, Top Gun, MyBar are the top choices. You can find some talent in Kemang on the weekends as well at places like Eastern Promise. Milles and Golden Crown discos in north jakarta are places you can pick up free lancers as well, but that's a totally different environment. Honestly, you can meet free lancers all over. JW Marriott in Mega Kuningan has a bar there that has some decent free lancers on occasion. Grand Mahakam Hotel has some decent girls at times. Le Meridien will have a couple of decent girls on occasion. Even Park Lane Stix bar still had a decent girl in there the last time I visited (not recently), so it's hit or miss. If there's a bar in a hotel, there are likely at least a few girls available.

[QUOTE=UsPete;1812083]Forum's fairly quiet this week but Jakarta doesn't seem to be, as in the news.

At Kempinski Hotel local celebrity entertainers caught in a state of undress are being quoted as charging $4600 for a punt. Does anyone know if this is ST or LT price?

Further uptown at the debatable Classic Hotel a regular visitor accidently fell down the stairs and killed himself beside the security desk. Unfortunately the CCTV was broken at the time. Does anyone know if Fast Eddie is still posting?[/QUOTE]Fast Eddie posts on many of the Asian sites here. Well posts is an incorrect word. He makes a comment that generally reflects someone elses comment but its rare (if ever) that he adds anything new or meaningful to what had been previously stated.

[QUOTE=Smoothy;1813599]Since when are MyBar girls quoting 2 million? I've never had one of those girls (even the stunners) ask for more than a million, and normally they are happy for less than that. That girl must have been the top stunner of all time in that bar.

Girls at CJs ask for more than girls at MyBar (even if it's the same girl) simply due to supply and demand and the fact that CJs is a far more upscale venue. Girls at MyBar do not expect 2 million rupiah (at least not in my experience).

I'd love to see a photo of that girl.[/QUOTE]Hi Smoothy,

Don't have a picture of this girl, but she was really a stunner. Assured. However it also happens the first time that a girl in MyBar asked for 2 mils. Crazy. I rather put 2 mils in the sink than giving a MyBar girl this amount of money. And as said: She jumped quickly in the cab of the very drunken guy cause she smelt easy earned money. The guy was not even more able to walk. -.

[QUOTE=FreebieFan;1813664]Fast Eddie posts on many of the Asian sites here. Well posts is an incorrect word. He makes a comment that generally reflects someone elses comment but its rare (if ever) that he adds anything new or meaningful to what had been previously stated.[/QUOTE]Talking about meaningful post you shouldn't talk if you look yourself in the mirror there will be a dick in your mouth.

Fast eddie 48.

[QUOTE=FastEddie48;1814120]Talking about meaningful post you shouldn't talk if you look yourself in the mirror there will be a dick in your mouth.

Fast eddie 48.[/QUOTE]Carry on posting Eddie, it's not difficult to ignore the idiots.

[QUOTE=Firekhan;1814124]Carry on posting Eddie, it's not difficult to ignore the idiots.[/QUOTE]Ah, a new subspecies of poster has now evolved and makes an appearance. The 2 post expert. Lots of those here. Keep posting and reporting, sunshine (or maybe its " Novice " or " Junior ") Were all looking forward to it.

Yawn.

There's something about a mongering destination that boosts my memory power. My own neighborhood, I can't remember the street names, but whenever I visit Jakarta I have things mapped out so well in my mind. Maybe it's the rotting stench of durians on Mangaa Besar that energizes my brain cells.

Back after a few months' absence, I stayed at the old Mercure Kota on Hayam Wuruk, that was something new after always staying at the more modest Astika on nearby Mangaa Besar. One nice homecoming of sorts were the taxis, larger, more confortable and resaonably driven, with polite, uniformed drivers, vastly different from where I live. The Blue Bird advice everyone gives is sound, usually when I could only find another variety they refused the meter and asked for crazy fares (50 K from Malioboro to the Mercure! But often the Blue Bird drivers just had no clue about where I wanted to go, and these were club names they should have known, and they were so disinclined to take my directions (when I knew the way), or to ask for directions (when I did not). Still as good a monger transport service as is out there, I guess. While I am on a rant about directions: signage, it's really not the Indonesians' forte. But then if I start on this I will never get to the mongering.

While Jakarta fit me like a comfortable old shoe, I wanted to try new venues this trip. It's astounding how many there are, which is welcome but maddening when you realize that in so many countries even one of the big clubs would be the main event in town. For coming up with my list of places to try I relied on Jakarta 100 Bars, which is something of a bible, as well as posts here at ISG, especially Smoothy's October post on "places to try if you want to find a change of venue. " My biggest problem was where to start, I was overwhelmed by the embarassment of riches.

I only got to my hotel after midnight and went out at half past one, a mistake in retrospect, I should have gone to bed. The nearest place I knew that was open late (oh, how I miss Stadium) I figured would be Malioboro, and since I wanted to see some titties on stage I decided to try Malio Club. I'm not sure how but on one of my earliest trips to Jakarta I had been able to access Malio Club from the main entrance of Malioboro without paying separate entry (which does not seem possible now), so the place looked familiar. The nude dancers were quite hot, though they only had their panty bottoms off briefly.

The girls circulating and approaching me on the floor were cute enough, though not really special, but since I had just gotten into town I wasn't really ready to commit so I left to check out the club at V2 a couple of blocks south. It was my first time in this place, but when I got there I got a peek into the club and it looked incredibly dark. I did briefly see one topless dancer, but not sure if they had girls and rooms on site I didn't feel like paying the 100 K cover charge.

Back at Malioboro, the main club was closed at this point, nearing 3 AM, and paying to enter Malio Club again was something I didn't want to do. So I headed back to the Mercure and figured with Club 36 nearby (in the Jakayakarta Hotel) I would check that out. I paid the 100 K there and it was a complete waste: there were about a dozen dancers on the long bar but none were topless and I could notice no working girls available: it appeared to be a regular club. So I finally headed to bed.

My late and unproductive night had its consequences, as I only awoke after noon; jet lag did not help any. First I made my way over toward Loksari Plaza to get a sim card, and on the way passed by Bintang Mawar (but did not go in), and stopped into Olympic Hotel to check out the spa. Alas, it is no loner operational. After lunch I headed across Mangaa Besar over to Travel Hotel, where there was only a skeleton crew on hand at 3 PM, which didn't stop the mamasans from being pushy as ever. I did get to see the back pool room area where there were some couches with a few girls, a room I never noticed before.

With the aim of trying out a new place I made the not so pleasant walk down to the east end of Mangaa Besar and over to Fashion Hotel to see their spa. Smoothy's post on new places to explore inspired me, as had the girls' photos on their Facebook page. No change of clothes was necessary for the main lounge, so I sat down and eyeballed the 20 or so girls on the couches before the papasan used some basic English to explain things and the price. He called over a lineup and I chose Leah, a girl I had seen smiling and joking with her friends. I paid him the 550,000 Rupiah and went to the locker room to change into spa attire.

Leah, now bikini-clad, joined me and took me over to the warm pool on the outdoor terrace, and sat massaging my shoulders and then dick through my shorts. This pool session only lasted a few minutes before she said we should go. The concept of hanging out in the pool wiht the girl is cool, but nothing special when it 's done this perfunctory way.

After I showered Leah took me to the room, where her lack of enthusiasm was clear. That said, I did enjoy her thick, curvy body. Leah did accept DATY but in a businesslike way, and it annoyed me when she put on a condom for the BJ. The fucking was good, especially the doggy finish, since I liked the look and feel of her bouncy, round ass cheeks. But overall Fashion was poor vaue, the facilities were showing some wear, and Leah ranked near the bottom of the girls I met this trip.

One of the glaring gaps in my past Jakarta experiences was never having visited the famous 6th floor bar at the Melawi hotel in Blok M. I decided to take advantage of this being a Sunday, with presumably less traffic, to make the trek south from Kota to Blok M. I used the Transjakarta bus to get there, and it was a pretty painless ride, and easy enough to find Melawi once I exited the bus at the Blok M terminal.

Up on the 6th floor, Maribaya Bar was basically as I pictured it, but a lot more empty; I was the only guest and there were only five women in the room. To avoid signalling definintive interest I tried to avoid their gazes as I scanned the room several times. I also tried to avoid making an eye contact commitment with the three smiling women standing outside the barroom door (I never did understand why they did not just come into the bar, it seemed really strange).

I was ultimately drawn to the sweet smile of one petite woman's sitting on a couch near the door. Mela was very friendly and I liked the way she caressed my hand, arm, and thigh, so we soon headed to a room, which was very substandard considering this was a hotel, more like the rooms in Berlian / Kartika / Royal Mas.

Thirty-year old Mela (and the other women) fit the MILF profile I had expected of Maribaya, except that she was slender and petite, not as thick as the others. She had good English so we communicated very well, with her playing teacher instructing me in some Bahasa vocabulary. More importantly we communicated well physically. The kissing was superb, the best I had on my entire trip, The sex was very hot too; the great thing about women in their 30's is how horny they are, and Mela orgasmed a few times as we fucked. I tipped Mela 100,000 as I left with warm feelings for her and the place. But not with intention to return: the lineup just wasn't good enough to make me want to make the trip down from Kota, especially on a weekday.

Since I was in the neighborhood I wanted to check out the Blok M bars on Falatehan Street, though I realized that 7 PM on a Sunday was not prime time. Nevertheless, I tried to find the place without luck, until I gave up and in trying to find the correct bus platform I emerged from the subterranean terminal right at the end of the right street. I dropped into the's Place, which had only a guest near the door and a robust older gent playing pool, surrounded by about a dozen ladies in that part of the bar, sitting around or playing billiards too. These ladies were a well-aged crew, and I politely declined one's approach. I had ideas about just taking a look into the private VIP room, and was glad that I did not do so when the older guy headed in there and like a vacuum all of the women whooshed in behind him. I would not have wanted to fend off that bunch on my own. I finished my drink and left to catch the bus back to Mangaa Besar.

Explore new places: that was my mantra this trip. And nowhere did it pay off more than deciding to visit FM1. I had read about it on Jakarta 100 Bars and scattered mentions elsewhere, and I had notived it on my way from the airport. It was only around 10-15 minutes by taxi away from my hotel so I headed there Sunday night. The flashy colored lights outside and gaudy statuary in the lobby made me know I was in the right kind of place.

FM1's upstairs lounge (I skipped the spa) quickly became a favorite for a few reasons. First, it was not too big, not too small. I like having options, but some of the places that have huge lineups and girls scattered all over are hard to process when selecting a girl. Here they sat in just two couch-lined rooms, with 20 girls being the most I saw. The mamasans (a couple of whom were young and hot and who I would have liked to select) were friendly and attentive without being pushy. The dining area managers and waitstaff were very welcoming (joking with the flirty, cute waitresses was a lot of fun, I kind of wish some of these "regular" girls were available for takeout like in Angeles City).

The place's design was cool too, with ancient Egyptian statues and reliefs of Roman legionnaires at war. More classy than it sounds, with professional lighting. One design flaw though was that there was no real place to sit where you had a view of the girls on the couches, to browse your options while having a drink, like at Classic. Instead, all the seating. Some couches but mostly the high chrome tables and chairs bolted to the ground like at Classic. Was by the bar and the dance floor. That's where I saw a live band, but more importantly the dancers.

When I first saw them I thought it would be a lame performance, their dresses didn't reveal much and these four girls were much too cute to strip out of them, to my mind. I am glad I was wrong, because they indeed discarded the dresses and danced in their bras and panties for a while, then topless, and then went fully nude. And they had really nice young bodies to go a long with the cute faces. Not model bodies, but figures that got me really horny for these girls next door. Which was part of the idea, since they soon circulated the room in pairs seeking lady drink shots. I 'm not usually so inclined for this, but with these girls it was lots of fun and pretty good value at 30,000 per shot. Unfortunately, I was not too good about shooing them away so I rang up a pretty big bill on the drinks, partly out of concern to be egalitarian and reward all four with drinks. But I must admit having some of them grind me with a lap dance, while I squeezed some young titties, was fun.

The girls were friendly but there was a weird incident at the end of the night: when I moved up to a table at the edge of the dance floor to get a better view of the girls as they had just skipped out of their panties. Just as I get settled in at the table one of the girls pointed at me with a scowl and another called over to the manager. At first I thought it was a joke of some sort since earlier I had these girls in my lap and plied them with plenty of lady drinks. But the manager came over and told me that taking photographs with my phone was not permitted. I explained that I had done no such thing and my phone was not working anyway. What had apparently happened was that the shiny, disk with my customer number handing from my writs had caused a reflection from the dance floor lights and the girls though it was a camera flash. When I told the manager this he went to tell the girls, who gave me a smile and bow of apology, and then the manager politely apologized for the misunderstanding. I considered how in a club like this in other parts of the works there would have been no explanations permitted before the bouncers would have gone to work on me. I did see the girls in the lobby at the end of the night as they waited for a ride, and all was well between us. And bantering with them then did let me meet a nice Indonesian-American guy who had the luck of dating one of those fine dancers.

All this about the dancers, when the highlight of the night was the girl I went to the room with before all that. In another sign that cost does not equate to quality in Jakarta, when I spoke with one of the mamasans she let me know that the price for a hour with a girl was a mind-bogglingly low 275,000 Rupiah, the second-lowest I paid on this trip. I spent some time after I arrived standing near the couches, in deciding who to choose. The mama helped out, calling over a cute, slender girl named Nancy with a birthmark by her nose that made her stand out.

Only as we went up to the room did we learn something we had in common. Nancy's ability in speaking Arabic, having spent time in Egypt and Jordan, meant we didn't need to rely on my pigin Bahasa, but could have a real conversation. I think this connection warmed things up between us, sparking some of the least inhibited sex I've ever had.

Kissing was not part of this, which is usually a problem for me but with Nancy everything else was so off-the-hook I didn't mind much. After she washed me off in the shower and followed in turn, Nancy took my dick into her mouth for a wicked blowjob, probably the best I had on this trip, the kind that has you clutching the sheets to avoid blowing your load early. I wanted to save that burst, so I had us switch positions and applied my own mouth to Nancy's pussy, reaching up to caress her small breasts and watching the pleasure written on her face.

When Nancy had enough of my tongue, she motioned me to lie next to her and reached over to the side table for a jar of lube. With one hand she coated my cock, getting it harder and harder, and I knew what was coming: she wanted my bare dick inside of her pussy. I was too aroused to object and so climbed above to mount her in missionary, sliding deep and grinding her hard, eliciting soft moans. I began to pump her faster and faster until I needed a breather and flopped onto my own back. Nancy took this as an invitation to sit on my dick, sliding her velvet pussy on my shaft slowly before revving up into a quick bounce while I grabbed her ass cheeks tightly.

Nancy's sleek body was made for one of my favorite positions, so I asked her to turn around first Asian cowgirl style, and then leaned her back the way I really like it. With her back against mine, I held her hips as she moved her lithe body up and down, producing delicious sensations from the pressure of my dick against the walls of her pussy. More acrobatic maneuvers were next as we entwined ourselves in a pretzel-like scissoring position that was a first for me but felt so good for both of us.

We were coming to the end of our hour and so we took a break as Nancy called down to arrange the second hour I requested. We relaxed and chatted a bit before Nancy called this second session to order by applying her mouth to my dick, another fine suck on her part spiced up with ball licking I like when done lightly and expertly. The story of our second hour was Nancy's ass, not for anal but for how I worshipped it as we fucked. We began by lying side by side spooning as I fucked her, a position giving me sublime views in the wall mirror.

Despite being a slim girl, Nancy's ass looked fine when she got on all fours to offer me her pussy from behind. Grabbing the pillow underneath her generated exceptional leverage for me to impale her wet pussy with abandon. Watching our own little porno in the mirror made it all the more delightful. As I got more eager to release my load I yanked the pillow out from under her and pushed Nancy down flat. Holding her ass cheeks, then pressing our sweaty bodies together, I pumped her from above ever more rapidly until I finally unloaded with a burst, flooding her tight pussy with cum.

After my ho-hum experience at Fashion Hotel, I hoped for a better spa experience my second day, and hoped for a fitting follow-up to my amazing experience with Nancy at FM1. A place I had known about for years but never tried was Orchardz Hotel's spa, so I headed to the branch at the hotel on Jalan Industri off Gunung Sahari, an easy cab ride from my own hotel (I later noticed an Orchardz on Pangeran Jakayakarta too).

My aim was to try one of the specialty massages, and I considered the soapy "butterfly" massage and the licking of honey off my body, before settling on the ice-smoothy (a fire-and-ice blow job). This brought back fond memories of my visits to Macau's saunas, but at a fraction of the price there (including use of the spa facilities. I used the pools and sauna, watched movies sipping complimentary sweet tea and soup, and then napped in the lounge after my massage (cost: just under 700,000 Rupiah).

Something new for me here was that they choose the masseuse for you, which added an element of risk, but the desk attendant assured me she would pick a good girl for me, and she definitely delivered. Yanny was a fine-looking 24 year old with a sexy bit of braiding in her hair on one side. She was strong, and she put that strength so use in giving me a wondeful leg and back massage, the best I had on thie trip. As she massaged me she engaged me in smiley banter using a smattering of English, sign language, and some Bahasa. She was topless during this phase, wearing tight polka-dot cotton panties revealing a curvy ass, the memory of which is getting me hard as I write this.

After the body massage she called for the thermos of hot tea and bucket of ice and treated my dick to alternating sensations of her fiery and then frigid mouth. Done with this, she gave me a catbath with exquisite attention to my nipples, titty fucked me, and inscribed circles around her own nipples using my dick as a pen (essentially giving me the best of all the massage packages).

Overcome by these sensations, I grabbed Yanny's ass and pulled her up onto my bare cock, kissing her passionately as she bucked on my rod. I flipped her over and ground hard into bringing on expressions of ecstasy as I hit her G-spot. When she turned again to proffer her ass I slid my dick inside her pussy as we both looked at the infinite cascading images in the wall mirror of me pumping her furiously. Yanny dropped flat as I continued to grind into her when she began to squeeze her pussy and ass muscles and thrust upwards, leaving me helpless to continue much longer as a stream of cum burst from mu cock into her wet pussy.

The concept of being fucked by a masseuse has a strong hold on my imagination, I think partly for the transgression of a medical treatment transformed by carnal lust. I have had this experience a scant number of times (a professional quality massage followed by sex) but it was never as good on both ends, and with such passion, as with Yanny.

Orchardz was I suppose a middle-brow option up here in north Jakarta, but I figured down-market also had its charms. My taxi driver from the hotel dropped me off at the Kota complex I'd visited on past trips, and the puddle-filled alleyways, dark, shuttered shops that had sold God-knows-what, and the occasional rat all felt familiar.

At the first bar, LA, I tried, the mamasan plucked a cutie from the fishbow for me, a continued stretch of luck (at the more humble venues) when the selections was made for me. Nindy was cute and slender and friendly, but the fact is I remember little more about her. Which I am a bit sad about because I recall having an enjoyable hour with her.

I planned to head home but did some window shopping in the area and next door (another re-visit from a previous trip) I had a Royal deja-vu moment. On a past visit had selected from the hallway outside the fishbowl busty girl in a tight to and tighter blue jeans. This time my attention was again drawn not to one of the uniformed girls behind the glass but a girl standing outside the glass in civilian clothing, tight jeans and a bustier all showing off a wicked, curvy figure to go a long with a cute face. As I understood it a session with her cost a bit more than the fishbowl girls, about 400,000.

Her name was an unfamiliar local one hard for me to remember, something like Ukip. Up in the room her rocking body did not cause the bed to be a-rockin, though. She was very laid-back, kind of sedate, and we had slow-paced sex that wasn't bad despite the low passion factor. I do remember sucking her torpedo-like breasts being a highlight. With my afternoon complete I headed back to my hotel to get ready for the night's activities.

Sex pervades Mangaa Besar, thanks in part to the freelancers and pimps you pass in Loksari plaza or on the street. It sometimes feels like girls fall into your lap. This was almost true; as I hailed a taxi in front of my hotel, sitting at a food cart was a mama and the Chinese-Indonesian woman she was hawking. The mama made me an offer, 400,000 for two hours with Linda, a moderately attractive woman looking stylish in a skirt. I was off to do some more exploring, so I declined, but the mama, named (and the size of a) Shanty, gave me her business card so I could call her later.

My destination was Newtown Executive Club, which 100 Bars had described in interesting terms as an alternative to places like Hotel Travel. I had stopped by earlier in the day to learn there was no spa, but a lounge which a sign claimed had sexy dancers. I arrived at a quarter to midnight and paid the cover charge. I immediately wished I had looked inside first. Instead of sexy dancers, on the stage was a hard-rock band performing covers of groups like AC-DC with varying success. Though the room was ringed with couches, there were no girls on them, just a couple at tables with men. And no sexy dancers to be seen.

After a little while I got fed-up and marched to the front desk to get my long-awaited change for my cover charge, and complained about the lack of dancers. I was told they would come on at midnight, so I returned to a table to wait a bit longer. Four girls did appear on stage, but they were fully dressed in frilly Spanish-dancer outfits. Doubting these would be coming off, and not seeing any girls available, I left, with the hopes that Linda would still be outside my hotel.

She was not, but I did have Shanty's card. They must have been nearby because within five minutes of ordering Linda up Shanty began calling me. Incessantly, even when I kept telling her I was coming right down. Shanty tried to charge me 500 K but I stuck to the original 400 price and took Linda upstairs.

It took a while to get started, since Linda wanted to take selfies of us, and then we had to shower. The next disappointment was that her dress had hidden a very average body. I quickly realized that there was little sexual chemistry between us, Linda was kind of clumsy in bed and nothing really flowed. Her BJ was weak, and she was too chatty. I am usually ok with pillow talk but she yapped more than fucked. While trying to get Linda to stroke me or blow me well enough for me to get hard, she stated that our hour was up, denying that the agreement had been two hours. I was too tired and unimpressed to argue, and let her go on her way. Not before she gave me her own printed business card, which I knew I would never use after this fiasco. At that point I figured had some good sessions earlier in the day and that it was best to get some sleep.