Asia April 2011 / Way-too-short Jakarta Visit Day 2: Kartika, Hotel Classic
Between the late night at Malioboro and my jet lag, I was pretty knocked out and so got a bit of a late start the next day. I wanted to check out the neighborhood, so walked over to Loksari Plaza just across Mangga Besar. I noticed several spas in the building surrounding the mall, but I didn't try any since I had other plans. After lunch at a hole in the wall restaurant (where the owner, and older lady, asked if I needed a girl) , I headed to the famous Kartika massage parlor. It's easy find, at the end of the alley next to the Dutch Bakery. I passed a few similar places, ignoring invitations to come in. Once in Kartika I struggled to adjust to the dim lighting as I was swarmed by just about all 20 women in the house. I felt under siege drinking a Coke at the bar, with ladies in front of me stroking my chest, massaging my shoulders, winking – not exactly hell on earth, but a little overwhelming, especially since my main goal was to survey the scene and weigh my options. The women were ok but not great looking, mostly in their late 20s to 30s, and a little thicker than I prefer in Asian women. Fortunately, the short haired woman who was right in front of me as I sat at the bar, Mia, was probably the cutest and most petite and had a great smile, so I chose her, along with a thicker girl nearby, Esia.
We proceeded upstairs through a dumpy hallway to the room, which was, more of a large bathroom than a bedroom, but that makes practical sense. Right outside the door was a desk with one of the old mamas, which was a bit strange. The girls washed me up real well, and began going through a well choreographed soapy routine. When I say routine I don't mean to say it was mechanical, it was very energetic and the girls had the moves down to a science. The highlight was the patented Kartika 'Hamburger, ' which was more of a hot dog with the weiner between the buns, if I need to paint a picture. A very nice technique and both girls had enough meat on their own buns to make it right. When we moved onto hide the sausage I pumped Esia while she lay her on her stomach in lazy doggy; her butt made a nice cushion. But with all the moves to go through I didn't have time to give the Mia proper attention, so I after the other girl headed downstairs I took another hour just with that cutie.
Mia, who was in her late 20s, was very friendly throughout but things got a little strained with the requests for tips. Even after we got downstairs the other half of the duo found me at the cashier to ask for reimbursement for the condom, which I found very annoying. As was the sticker shock. I knew going up to the room that the price at Kartika had gone up to R350, 000 per hour for each girl, but as I paid the bill I had the feeling that it wasn't really worth it. After some amazing soapy action in Macau I feel this even more strongly. Kartika is probably coasting on its reputation in charging these kinds of prices, since given the so-so looks of the girls and the fantastic value on threesomes to be had at places like Hotel Travel and Hotel Classic, it's not really worth it.
I walked back from Kartika toward my hotel, refueling along the way with some Cobra satay and hoping for it to have some sexual potency, since I had more fun planned for that night. As I was sitting at the warnung chewing snake, I spotted an older Chinese woman trailed by a tall teenie, kind of cute with enough baby fat to make her tasty. She made a point to stop and greet me and ask if I wanted to take her niece back to my hotel. She quoted me R400, 000 for three hours. I was tempted, but Hotel Classic was next on my itinerary, where I could get two girls at the same time for this price, and girls who would likely be cuter, based on my experience at Hotel Travel. So I gave her my hotel room number so she could call me again to arrange things. She did eventually call on a couple of occasions, but both times I had alternative plans. Still, it was great to know that this kind of option was on offer, and it added to the sex-saturated atmosphere of Mangga Besar.
A real plus for Mangga Besar is that it's easy to get to nearby mongering destinations, like Malioboro. With the metro station just a couple of blocks from my hotel, it was also a quick and easy ride to Hotel Classic. I took the train one stop south to the Sawah Besar stop, and from there just walked south a bit and I just made a left onto the first major street, and within a couple of minutes was at Hotel Classic.
I admired Classic's opulent atrium as I rode the elevators up to the Terminal Club. There was much more to admire there: my breath was taken away by what was a seemingly endless line of cuties sitting on couches stretched as far as the eye could see. The frenetic pace of this meat market also made me marvel; I felt like I was on the trading floor of the New York Stock exchange. Mamasans worked the customers to steer them over to the couch of their costume-coordinated honeys: zebra stripes here, a red crew there, evening gowns in the corner. They highlighted choice selections with laser pointers, playing the matchmaker by summoning a girl or two to charm the prospective buyer.
I took in this scene for a while, taking a break to check out the topless dancers on the low stage where a high-energy cover band played later that night. I ignored the lapdance-for-a lady drink girls and returned to make my first selection of the night. One mamasan got hold of me and called over Angela, very sleek and slender but with wavy caramel hair and superlong eyelashes. She had a more sophisticated look than a lot of the young girls there, and a sly and sexy smile. At first that less-innocent look gave me pause, but eventually I was hooked and was ready to choose a partner (always from the same mama-family). I asked if she had a friend and indeed she did. Lita, another Cirebon girl, was essentially her opposite number: chubby, cute in an innocent, vacant sort of way, and as ungainly as Angela was smooth. The classic 'friend of the hottie' that the other guy always gets set up with on the double date. I wanted a good session with Angela though, so I agreed to go ahead with the match. It turned out that the second fiddle was as passive as Angela was passionate, so I was sufficiently occupied to care much. I actually kind of got off on Lita's status as a kind of voyeur as Angela and I 69'the exquisitely and as I guided Angela's slender frame back and forth on top of me, her back against my chest. She had the perfect body for that, my favorite position (I shudder to think of trying it out with her friend). My only real regret about the session was the room design; why they placed a mirror alongside the bed with its bottom edge a couple of feet higher than the sheets I'll never understand, since it made a decent view of the action next to impossible. And this session with Angela was worth the look.
For my second threesome of the night (they go for R400, 000 for the duo for an hour) I looked to the other end of the room. I had passed this corner of couches earlier, set apart from the rest, as I scouted the club. A girl with a kewpie-doll adorable face caught my eye again, so I chose Tonomi and her recommended friend Sophie. Both girls were cute, very short, and baby-fat chubby, with air-head personalities. They reminded me of cartoon characters, and had me both smiling at their bff interactions and rolling my eyes at their tv and mobile phone obsessions. I liked how I could roll them around, but it definitely was not top-caliber sex.
The other session I had that night (sequenced between the two threesomes) was with Resa, and she was probably the main reason for my melancholy and t-shirt philosophizing at the end of the night (see the beginning of my report from Day 1). It will be best to write about her in my report for Day 3, since she was the capstone and highlight of my Jakarta trip.
Asia April 2011 / Way-too-short Jakarta Visit Day 3: Hotel Travel, Hotel Classic
Late nights and jetlag took their toll, and combined with an outing for souvenir shopping it all made for a late start to my final day in Jakarta. In the late afternoon I headed back to Hotel Travel. A mamasan brought over a cute but serious-looking spinner named Dina. For her partner she called over a friend, Honey, who made for the perfect contrast: tall, with big boobs and a nice, curvy rear. Honey's smile was infectious; her friend not so much, I had to keep reminding her to smile. Why so serious? I don't know, but she did know how to ride me. But I had the most fun fucking Honey as she lay face-down, with that lovely, round ass as a cushion, as Dina caressed my ass.
After a tasty warnung dinner I took the train over to Hotel Classic. The place was rocking, and girls were getting snapped up quickly, which caused me to miss out on having a session with Angela, who said Hi but was on the way to the room with a guy when I saw her. Eager to get started, I took a mamasan's suggestion to select a pair of very young looking girls. This was a case where I should not have gone with the package deal. Nikki, the girl I preferred, was short and baby-fat chubby, and I liked that she looked different from most of the girls at the club, with porcelain-white skin and a Chinese facial appearance. Her Cleopatra eye makeup and a delicious pony tails and straight-bangs haircut also made a big impression. The other girl, Mira, met the requirements of a nice high school girl fantasy, but besides her teenie looks she was otherwise non-descript. She also acted testy and distracted (those damn phones!) in the room, so I got a little BJ action from her but didn't bother to push for more. I had much more fun fucking Nikki. Overall the session confirmed the pattern I had been noticing: the threesomes at these Jakarta clubs, while great value price-wise, didn't really live up to expectations when it came to the girls' performance.
But I was disturbed my something else for much of the night. The night before I had done a session with Resa from Bandung (one hour at R270, 000). The second I saw her that night I made a bee-line for a mamasan to claim her; it was her ever-present smile that did it. Or maybe the sparkle in her eyes, or her tall slender body, the cute birthmark on her face, or her shy laugh and soft voice as we sat on a couch together. Yes, I admit it, I fell in love. Something that did foster a great connection was that she spoke English pretty well, unlike a lot of the girls I met on the trip. In the room she started out shy and then gave it up with abandon. With so much intense kissing, extended pussy-licking and blowjob, and sensual fucking, Resa's combination of sweetness and passion understandably stayed on my mind the next day and cemented my plan to end the trip at Classic.
So when I returned on my last night I looked for her, but without success. After the session with Nikki and Mira I found her mamasan and asked to reserve time with Resa. The mamasan promised, but I waited and waited and waited. My despair grew; I was a sorry sight. The mamasan came over a few times to reassure me that she would send Resa my way, but it looked grim. But finally she appeared. We greeted, and the mamasan sent us on our way. I won't go into much about the session except to say that I stayed in the room with her for four hours, which says it all. They were four of the most intense hours I ever spent with a woman; we even came to tears at one point. Which was the main reason why I could hardly bring myself to leave this city.
The next morning I took a reluctant taxi ride to the airport. The first thing I did when I arrived was to hunt down the Garuda airlines ticket counter, and I took a seat nearby, weighing the pros and cons of changing my ticket to Hong Kong in order to get at least one more day in Jakarta and go back to Classic. In the end I decided against it, and in retrospect that was a good thing, given that I barely had enough time to fit in all the saunas I wanted to check out in Macau. But I didn't completely leave Jakarta behind; when the opportunity arose at one of the saunas, I said 'no thanks' to the Chinese and picked two nice Indonesian girls for a threesome. But it's that one girl from Classic that will be the reason I'll never forget Jakarta.
Continued on the Macau-Sauna Reviews Forum.
