Be Fashion is still be Fashion.
So, I'm a lurker if a lurker ever was a lurker, but I've certainly benefited in groinly ways from the reports here and I appreciate what I've learned. After an absence from Jakarta, I have returned, and my first stop after the airport was be Fashion, where I booked a room on Agoda for $31 USD including tax. As of last night and most of today, which I have spent dicking about the spa, pun intended, I can confirm that they are in operation, the 10 or so freelancers lounging about the lounge are wearing dresses that are long but revealing through the fabric if you know how to look (push-up bras are in full effect), and they are mostly tolerable to look at and sociable and some speak ok-ish English. I've been here since my noon checkout at the hotel, and it's nearly 7 pm, so I've been looking a while. I didn't partake in freelance offerings, but I did dive in and get the massage from the counter past the lockers once or thrice. I wish this post were more, but it's not much other than a reconfirmation of what recent visitors here already know. Charges are, as listed on another website.
Facilities only 150 k.
Traditional massage only 320 k (inclusive of facility charge).
Massage + CBJ 655 k.
Massage + FJ 735 k.
FJ freelancer (local) 800 k.
Services were what it says on the tin. To select a non-freelance masseuse, you choose from a glammed up picture album on the managers' phones. Above fees are not paid at the desk, so for example, massage + FJ is bottom room fee + tip to girl, 60 minute massage 30 minutes for pop. Room fees are. I dunno, they're somewhere on a sign around here, but I'm drunk and I can't remember exactly, but nothing over 400 k. No one offered me the "pakets" of yore, and I don't speak enough Indonesian to ask the managers, who flatly deny they ever existed in English.
Did not make it to Oppai. I would, but civvies down south call, and airbnb + tinder + previous contacts offer more take-home options than hotels, so.
24 hours and 3 pops don't give me much to offer a forum that told me exactly how to do what I just did at one venue, so this confirmation is all I have to give back at the moment, but if any fellow mongers would be willing to monger with your humble author as I explore further, I'd love some company and pointers. I'm here for an indefinite few weeks and I have nothing to do but this, because it's Jakarta, and what is there to do but women? I'm mid-30's, American Caucasian anti-Trump variety, not particularly on a budget (but I'm careful and not prone to throwing money around, you won't see me offering $700 usd to "meet in my van" at a Hooters waitress as I read on another forum (although apparently it worked? And up for pretty much anything, so invite stands and includes one free bir.
Be Fashion is still be Fashion.
So, I'm a lurker if a lurker ever was a lurker, but I've certainly benefited in groinly ways from the reports here and I appreciate what I've learned. After an absence from Jakarta, I have returned, and my first stop after the airport was be Fashion, where I booked a room on Agoda for $31 USD including tax. As of last night and most of today, which I have spent dicking about the spa, pun intended, I can confirm that they are in operation, the 10 or so freelancers lounging about the lounge are wearing dresses that are long but revealing through the fabric if you know how to look (push-up bras are in full effect), said dresses change every day but are generally to the knee and elbow and batik-themed in the 24-hour window I've been watching, and they are mostly tolerable to look at and sociable and some speak OK-ish English. I've been here since my noon checkout at the hotel, and it's nearly 7 pm, so I've been looking a while. I didn't partake in freelance offerings, but I did dive in and get the massage from the counter past the lockers once or thrice. I wish this post were more, but it's not much other than a reconfirmation of what recent visitors here already know. Charges are, as listed on another website.
Facilities only 150 k.
Traditional massage only 320 k (inclusive of facility charge).
Massage + CBJ 655 k.
Massage + FJ 735 k.
FJ freelancer (local) 800 k.
Services were what it says on the tin. To select a non-freelance masseuse, you choose from a glammed up picture album on the managers' phones. Freelance, you get a line-up of whoever is unoccupied and sitting on the lounge benches. Above fees are not paid at the desk, so for example, massage + FJ is base room fee + tip to girl, 60 minute massage 30 minutes for pop. SOP is like I said, what is says on the tin. Room fees are. I dunno, they're somewhere on a sign around here, but I'm drunk and I can't remember exactly, but nothing over 400 k. No one offered me the "pakets" of yore, and I don't speak enough Indonesian to ask the managers, who flatly deny they ever existed in English. I said I was a first-timer even though I'm not and they remembered me and apparently that information gets passed around and they know who your bule ass is no matter where you go in the joint.
Did not make it to Oppai. I would, but civvies down in south Jakarta call, and airbnb + tinder + previous contacts offer more take-home options than hotels, so.
24 hours and 3 pops don't give me much to offer a forum that told me exactly how to do what I just did at one venue, so this confirmation is all I have to give back at the moment, but if any fellow mongers would be willing to monger with your humble author as I explore further, I'd love some company and pointers. I'm here for an indefinite few weeks and I have nothing to do but this, because it's Jakarta, and what is there to do but women? I'm mid-30's, American Caucasian anti-Trump variety, not particularly on a budget (but I'm careful and not prone to throwing money around, you won't see me offering $700 usd to "meet in my van after work" at a Hooters waitress as I read on another forum (although apparently it worked? Maybe I should be more adventurous), and up for pretty much anything, so invite stands and includes one free bir or shot or something, I dunno, I'm nice and reciprocal and don't bite. PM if you're down, my membership is on.
Chinese Tinder. It's called Tantan. It works here. Also, Cambodia for Indons.
So I posted my last report, and as new things go, it wasn't very substantial, but here's something that might be. You've all heard of and probably tried Tinder, hooray for that. And we've all been to Dragonfly and Basque and Bluegrass Lucy, or CJ's and BATS if you're in the payin' mood, maybe Blok M or Kotah Indah if you're feeling like an adventure and don't mind a non-looker or many. What many hobbyists and horny om-om's in Jakarta may not have noticed is that lately, there's a Chinese undercurrent to things in Indonesia, as there is all over southeast Asia, and that comes with positives and negatives, but what I'm typing up here is one of the positives. That positive is called Tantan, and you would do well to download it from your local app store. Or not.
It's Chinese Tinder, full stop, no further intro required. It's burning up your favorite Indo feckbeddy's phone right now. Right up to the paid options, it's Tinder, which if you download it from Play or Apple's App Market, you'll notice. Doesn't seem to have paid options. This is where, if you're tech-minded and you have a Chinese bank account, you need to download a Chinese mainland app market and do some geolocation fiddling to access, because mainland China and feature releases and they hate Google, so internationally they get it figured out when they get renminbi currency conversion figured out, which is fraught and probably never, see Wechat wallet for the case study there. Those help immensely for immediate access to ceweks, as do the paid options in Tinder. If you have Alipay or Wechat e-wallets set up, you can get all the features, and they're vastly cheaper than Tinder's.
If you don't have a Chinese bank account, download it anyway. You won't run out of swipes on ages set 18-35, and I say this as a paid user with unlimited swipes, but also as someone whose phone insists I'm abroad and updates me to the non-paid "international" version unless I delete and reinstall from a specific Chinese app store every day, which I'm often too lazy to do. I don't know how or when it crept into Indonesia, but they're using it, and since the app is in comprehensible English (if that's what your phone is set to), many of our potential Indonesian mates are using it to meet Chinese men, each other, and bules, because not a few bules have been to mainland China and realized Tinder doesn't work there without a VPN, but Tantan does, as pretty much the first single mainlander you meet will tell you.
It seems especially popular among younger, more smartphone-savvy types, and there I've met a few choice tidbits there, including one sub-20's who is on her way from the provinces to meet me tonight, freebie FDJ type thing, I barely believe it either, but Tinder delivers that kind of thing too. I've also had the Tinder proportion of "massage sir" and other Tinder expecteds. MO is the same as Tinder. Results are the same as Tinder. China gave us Wechat, and that seems to work, so honestly, if you haven't tried Tantan, consider it, because the damn thing works for values of a mid-30's non-Indonesian speaking bule me.
Also, general protip for Indo girls you want to impress but Singapore and KL are boring and / or expensive and / or she's been there. Cambodia. Cambodia is ASEAN, which means she gets in visa free for 30 days, and as sacrilegious as this is to say, the whole Killing Fields experience. She'll need comforting after that. Flights there are cheaper than to Bali from Jakarta, there's a little island south of Sihanoukville called Koh Rong with Lombok-level diving and nothing else to do but drink and sex, buses from Phnom Penh are $8, and generally speaking, she'll love you long time and be astounded at $18 liter bottles of Bailey's. Try it if you need a destination for nothing but sex food and beaches. I tried it with two freebies, thank me after your balls are dry. No one thinks of Cambodia but they really should.
Number 795 (seven nine five) local at Malio. To be avoided.
Since the experience is rather fresh, I have decided to ignore the hunger in my belly (lunch time spent dusting the roads of Jakarta) but pen this experience down for the brethren. The ride begin towards new Kimochi from my place of work, which is quite a distance to travel, however as I was closing in on the destination, got a WA from Kimochi saying that the girl I had booked hasn't turned up! Was a bummer but I decided to splurge a bit (being the birthday month) and told the cabbie to take me to Malio.
Met Mamasan (s) who showed me line-ups from Uzbek, China, Thai, Viet etc. But none that caught my fancy. Had never tried locals there before so thought of giving it a shot. And the line-up was introduced, not a single face caught my fancy, but the height did. There was a tall girl standing in the line-up right in the center, towering over all others and I thought, wow. I am in good luck. She had a sweet-figure (more on that later!) and boobs to die for, at least from how they appeared on the outside (and BL couldn't be more wrong today). So I decided to take her, but my experience with locals has been to clarify before disembarking to business.
So, sat with her (and I am fairly OK in Bahasa) to explain the things I like (which actually is pretty simple. Kissing, caressing, fingering and smiling). She heard me and kept saying OK to everything, and with a smile. Whilst she smiled I noticed the crooked teeth. But not one to judge, I thought to myself probably she would make-it up in service, and she had a pretty face.
So, like a boy who just bought a new toy, with a skip and a skittle in my feet we went to the room. Sound of her locking the door wouldn't have even escaped the room, when the tantrums started. First. She kept insisting that I share how much I earn with her, which was quite weird. Then she wanted to see photos in my phone. To which I politely said, after the deed. So we undressed.
As she removed her top, the magic of wonder bra danced in front of my eyes. She had great nips, but the definition of tits ended there. So here I was stark naked in a room with a weirdo with sexy nips and no tits. Anyways, since there is no escape, I thought I would put my imagination into play as we start the deed. So I helped myself onto the massage bed and waited for her.
Whilst I waited on the bed with full AC draft on me, she spent 15 minutes in front of the mirror caressing her tresses. After all the time (and my erection) had gone by, she finally came to bed. I caressed her hair and as I inched closed to lend a kiss (on her cheek by the way), she moved her face away, quizzical I asked. Kenapa (why)? And she said. She doesn't like it. Okkkkkkkk. Nevermind, I thought may be when I was explaining things to her, I wasn't clear. Gave her the benefit of the doubt.
As my fingers danced from her neck to her belly, they were stopped enroute by her firm grip. Sensing a question in my eyes, this time she offered answer before I could pose the question - 'I don't like this'.
And the story went downhill from then on. I don't like kiss, I don't like fuck, I don't like massage, I don't like blah blah blah. With all the politeness I could muster, I asked her (very nicely) - why did she agree when the deal was being made. Finally some bit of candor came out of her mouth - 'for free money'. She said, whether she does the deed or not, she will still get her tip because I will have to pay full money.
And at that moment, it became clear that this was the worst mistake of my life (second to having done a post-graduate course in management ofcourse). So with a heavy head (still a bit dizzy on she wanting to see my phone photos and wanting to know how much I earn) I left the room, went down, paid the bill and made a long drive back to work.
So brothers. While we discuss places to go to and girls to score. Here is a number which you should avoid like plague - 7 9 5 (seven. Nine - five) amongst locals at Malio.
Hope this helps.
Its time for me to sign off and pass out because of hunger.
BL.