Asia April 2011 / Way-too-short Jakarta Visit Day 1: Hotel Travel and Malioboro Hotel
'don't be sad that it's over, be happy it happened. ' i read those wise words on the back of a guy's t-shirt at hotel classic, while looking over his shoulder at four naked indonesian girls simulating sex on stage. i tried to accept that philosophy, but it wasn't easy. that was the second of three nights on my brief trip to jakarta in april, and i was worse on the morning of my departure; at the airport i struggled with the idea of changing my flight to hong kong for the next day. i didn't, and ultimately was satisfied that i didn't (the saunas of macau and the pleasures of pattaya, thailand awaited) , but i missed jakarta then and do now.
after a mid-afternoon flight arrival my taxi got me to mangga besar without too much traffic problems. i had tried to get a room at sparks at the indotel hotel reservation desk at the baggage claim, attracted by the good value (compared to the internet rates i had seen) , but they were sold out. instead, i had the cabbie drop me at the peninsula. i'm glad i looked at some rooms, since despite the decent price (r330, 000) , the rooms were shabby and depressing. the astika just a few meters away was a much better choice at r340, 000 for a deluxe room, and i was settled in by 4:00. the best part about the astika was that i was just a short walk from the hotel travel, around the corner on mangga besar 8.
in a matter of five minutes i reached hotel travel. the greeters graciously held the door of the lounge open for me, and i took my number disc from the desk girls. the lounge inside was not yet crowded with guests, but the four coves of couches along the far wall brimmed with girls. as soon as i sat at a table a mamasan came over and before i had time to order a drink had guided little yati to my table. what i came for was the two-girl special for r450, 000 for 90 minutes, so i asked her to call over a friend, another petite cutie, itsa. a little chatting with the help of my bahasa vocabulary cheat-sheet warmed things up (especially the page of 'dirty' words for use with hookers) , and we soon headed upstairs to a room. while like most of my threesomes on this jakarta trip the gfe factor was not high (no kissing) , it was a fine start to my trip.
a nice thing about hotel travel is that on the street outside, like all of the mangga besar area, there are a few tented warnings serving up tasty food. i had a nice plate of fried duck and coconut rice and was ready for my next destination, malioboro hotel. in less than ten minutes i was there, and paid my 100, 000 entry. i first checked out the club, uncrowded except for some couples (interesting spot for a date, considering the topless dancers on the corner platforms of the stage). i soon found out where the crowds were downstairs in the main lounge. my impression, except for the presence of scantily dressed dancers on the stage (few girls on stage seemed to go topless) , was of a high school cafeteria with disco lighting. the rectangular lunchroom tables were generally filled with either guys or girls, without lots of mixing, and you had your cliques around the room: the chinese in one corner, latinas in another, indonesian girls along the other two sides.
of course, in the high school cafeteria topless hot girls generally don't go around offering to grind against you for the price of a lady drink. i passed on most girls who came by as i sat at the bar, but one was gorgeous and so i fondled her a bit as she rubbed up against me. worth the r100, 000 only because she was so hot. warmed up, i asked a mamasan about the prices. as expected, the foreign girls were very expensive and just not worth it for me: the chinese were attractive but with my upcoming trip to macau i didn't see the point; though i felt a sense of western hemisphere solidarity with the colombianas and other latinas, they were not stunners worthy of the r1. 7 juta (or so) price tag, just more of a novelty item. even the indonesians didn't seem worth it at around r700, 000 after the great value of hotel travel; they certainly weren't any better looking than the ones i'the seen earlier in the day. so i decided to move on.
but not too far, just across the hallway to the wine lounge. it's a pretentious name for a glorified karaoke hall filled with high school girls (back to high school, again) , but exactly the kind of place i was looking for. i sat on the side of the room with the bar, and a young papasan with pretty good english sat beside me. the girls sat on clusters of couches on the other side of the stage where a high-energy cover band was joined by an audience member channeling elvis and frank sinatra. the papasan (alex?) offered to call some girls over, necessary since they were sitting too far away to get a great view of them. he was in charge of one batch and the two mamasans had their own, each group identifiable by a particular style of dress. i'the say the girls here were on par with the indonesians in the other lounge, but a vastly better value at only r350, 000.
i looked on ruefully as guys at nearby couches chose cute girls from the mamasan's lineups to sit with them, so i finally asked the guy to send over a few girls. i quickly chose cindy, an absolutely tiny girl with an awkwardly cute face and braces (or were they teeth that needed braces, i forget) : not beautiful, but adorable. as usual, my strategy of going for the smiley-est girl paid off. as we waited in the lounge for a room to become available, she draped herself over me and flirted with me using her broken english. in the room i drooled as i watched this innocent cutie strip down to black lacy bra and panties. soon the gfe i expected morphed into a wild session, belying her barely-legal appearance. since she was so tiny. a true 'super-spinner'. i could manipulate her in plenty of fun positions, like fucking her standing up while she clung to me with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
i recovered by spending some time listening to the wine lounge cover band, but eventually felt the urge again and realized that with closing time approaching i had to get a session in. i asked one of the mamasans to see a lineup, and i again went with the tried and true strategy of choosing the friendliest, bubbliest girl, who looked great in tight jean shorts. it turned out that my strategy was not so foolproof. as soon as i chose her she looked reluctantly at her friend in the lineup. when she sat beside me on the couch she stiffened up and stared straight ahead, refusing to look at me. not even my pidgin bahasa indonesia did the trick! this called for an emergency intervention, so i summoned alex from the next couch over where he was consulting with a punter. i explained the problem of this dramatically bad chemistry (which i attributed to bule-phobia) , and asked if there a way out, despite the fact that the mamasan had already filled out the slip for the girl.
what i specifically asked was whether i could dump this girl and take cindy again? to my relief he said yes; it was an even bigger relief to the girl next to me, who jumped up and made record time out of there as soon as she learned she was off the hook. cindy came right over and resumed her cuddling and caressing. on our return to the bedroom we resumed some more exciting activities. we closed down the place; malioboro had completely cleared out by the time we finished. i later regretted not coming back to see cindy like i promised her, but other venues made their own claim on my time, cash, and energy. no wonder i miss jakarta so much.
