Jakarta

Hi all,

Very short trip 5 days max budget is 500 k short time. I know it's Jakarta and plenty pussy, but would be better if I get some known service oriented pussy. Not only I am asking pussy but with a bow tie apologise. Hit me up on PM.

[QUOTE=Questner;2241759]Smoothy, '7 ages of girls' by the Rev deserve to be reposted too.[/QUOTE]I don't have that one. Please feel free to post it if you have it.

[QUOTE=Smoothy;2242039]Using that logic, for your passport, you should just describe yourself using text rather than having an actual picture on it.[/QUOTE]Hahaha, especially as the immigration officer, like the ISG reader, has no way of knowing what the individual in the photo looks like in person. LOL.

[QUOTE=Kodja;2241999]I'm sorry that things didn't work out for you. Jakarta is my favourite place to monger. I've been around a bit but there's something that keeps pulling me back to the big durian.

I asked you about the pricing of the Classic Hotel because I thought it was less than 400 K. (Not the 800 K you paid) Smoothy noted that the Spa in the basement is around 800 K and the performance there is much better. If you paid 800 K upstairs it seems much higher than what others report it to be.[/QUOTE]Somehow I don't seem to get through to people when I tell about my experiences in Asia (Bangkok and Jakarta).

They are bad, very bad. Prices are enormous, beauty is average and service level is terrible.

No, I did not go upstairs to pay 800.000. I paid 800.000 downstairs. I stated that very clearly and I don't see why you turn that around.

The only explanation I can think of is that you simply cannot accept that Bangkok and Jakarta stink for sex. They cannot in any way compete with Europe.

So don't waste your time and money. I won't, for sure.

[QUOTE=DioRetz;2242540]t you simply cannot accept that Bangkok and Jakarta stink for sex. They cannot in any way compete with Europe.

So don't waste your time and money. I won't, for sure.[/QUOTE]Certainly not something I will accept- I have mongered in over 20 countries on three continents and Bangkok and Jakarta are my two favorite big city mongering spots in the world.

[QUOTE=DioRetz;2242540]Somehow I don't seem to get through to people when I tell about my experiences in Asia (Bangkok and Jakarta).

They are bad, very bad. Prices are enormous, beauty is average and service level is terrible.

They cannot in any way compete with Europe.

So don't waste your time and money. I won't, for sure.[/QUOTE]You must have visited a different Asia than I visited, and perhaps your Europe is different from the one I have been visiting since 1978. Last time I was in Europe was three years ago. I had experiences from freelance provider in Berlin (the low-cost mongering capital of Western Europe) at just under 100 Euros for an hour. And that was the low end of the price range, not the average. Since then I had some very good service in the downscale X-house of Sanur for 300 k (17 Euros), which I told was paying too much.

I think the reason you "don't seem to get through to people" is because your story isn't plausible to any one who has actually punted around on various continents. In other words, they don't believe you, and neither do I.

[QUOTE=Smoothy;2242419]I don't have that one. Please feel free to post it if you have it.[/QUOTE]OK, here it is. I hope I follow the rules.

[URL]http://jakartablokm.com/characters/seven-ages-of-girls.htm[/URL]

The Seven Ages of Girls.

A journey through time.

The Reveller has defined and penned descriptions of more than twenty different types of girls, but this is a different view of the dear things. Not as individual types, but how they change over time, from their first bashful entrance as new girls to their exit as raddled derelicts.

The Newcomer.

Fresh from the kampong and still awestruck by the heaving metropolis of Jakarta, she hides away in a corner of the bar and watches timidly as her older friends and family perform their evening rituals.

She hasn't got any make-up on, her hair is short and 'sensibly' styled, and she wears a dowdy woollen top over a long skirt or blue jeans. She's a fledgling, a sweet young thing ignorant of the ways of the world and as yet unspoilt.

The Budding Beauty.

She now wears a tee shirt and more stylish jeans, and flat-soled shoes or sandals. Her hair is longer and set in a more fashionable style, and there's a hint of lipstick and eyebrow pencil on her face.

She's got her little coterie of friends, youngsters like herself, and chats coyly with the guys as she sits next to the disco dance floor. She sips a soft drink, hasn't yet discovered the terrors and delights of the Hard Stuff.

The Rising Star.

She's now got poise, and radiates demure self-confidence. Her hair is shoulder-length and well groomed, sleek and glossy, and she's learning the art of make-up. The lipstick has given way to lip-gloss, there's a subtle hint of eye shadow and just a smidgen of mascara. Her nails are nicely manicured, and glossed with plain varnish.

She's just got her first hand phone, one of the budget models, and is rapidly learning its power as she sifts through the SMS messages and giggles naughtily at the blandishments from her growing band of beaux. Her rising status is signalled by gold and jewellery. Small glittering earrings, a few bangles on her arm, perhaps a necklace and pendant, and maybe even an ankle chain. This isn't worn to impress the guys, but to establish her place in the girls' pecking order.

She's graduated from soft drinks, and her tipple of choice is whisky cola or gin and tonic. She'll also jump at the more exotic (and expensive) mixtures. Not because she likes them, but because the bar owners will be pleased with the trade she generates, and award her Most Favoured Girl status. Another fashion accessory is the cigarette, which she handles rather gauchely and inhales with frowning intensity.

The Sophisticate.

Gone are the jeans and tee shirts, she now wears a designer dress. A slinky clinging model, a skimpy mini, perhaps a thigh-split long dress. She's also learnt the importance of a nicely padded bra and elegant high-heeled shoes. The make up is immaculate, and speaks of afternoons bowed in front of a mirror worshipping at the altar of beauty.

Her hand phone is the dernier cri, sleek and sexy. And of course, with integrated camera. Her jewellery is reassuringly heavy and chunky and she sports a designer watch. She has perfected the art of smoking, and every movement is beautifully choreographed. Just to watch her light up is a feast to the eyes.

She's the centre of attraction, holding court at the best table in the bar, laughing and chattering with the older big spenders and the young bucks as they queue up to pay court and ply her with expensive drinks. She'll dance with a favoured few, and flirt quite outrageously so as to make the other besotted guys ache with jealousy.

The Belle.

She's now one of the grandes dames of the Blok, mature and confident and at the height of her powers. Her reputation goes before her, everybody know her. She has at least one of the guys in tow as her regular beau or boyfriend, and bestows her favours amongst a very select patronage.

But all is not quite as it seems. Age is slowly and subtly undermining her beauty, so more skill and care than ever is applied to the choice of clothes, and to the make-up ritual. She is now a creature of the night, and heavy drinking and smoking have taken their cruel and inevitable toll. As she watches a younger generation blossoming around her, she feels the first cold draught of competition.

To keep up the pace she needs some assistance. And if alcohol and nicotine don't hit the spot, there's narcotics. She enters the shadowy world of artificial stimulants, and starts popping Ecstasy. Or worse.

The Aging Femme Fatale.

The figure has filled out, the face is becoming taught and drawn, the hair has lost its lustre. She's keenly aware that she's no longer the svelte beauty of her youth, and sees the youngsters edging her out of the limelight. But she's still attractive; and in the half-light of the bar, from the right angle, can still make heads turn.

The make-up is now artfully applied to hide the telltale signs of aging; coloured eye shadow, dark eyebrow liner, artificial eyelashes, are the order of the day. Her hair is now worn long, down to the waist even, and she wears glitzy short dresses that enhance the rounder figure.

But what she lacks in beauty, she makes up for in experience. She knows all the tricks (and most of the guys), so she adapts. After so long in the demi-monde of Blok M she speaks passable English, has a fund of knowledge and experience, and enjoys drinking and chatting with the guys who appreciate good company.

Like a mother hen, she takes some of the more vulnerable youngsters under her wing and guides them through their initiation into Blok life. She takes vicarious pleasure in their little joys and triumphs, and has saved many a fledgling from emotional disaster.

The Derelict.

Last scene of all, she's now a blown rose whose beauty has withered. The body and the features have a saggy coarseness that no sexy dress, no amount of make-up, can hide. She puts on a brave face and, like the old trooper that she is, still slips quietly into the bar and sits, unobtrusively, watching the pageant with graceful nostalgia. She'll chat with the other old girls of her generation, nursing a drink and whiling away the hours in amiable conversation.

She has a bevy of youngsters under her tutelage, to whom she plays the role of surrogate mother and, very often, of mamasan. She'll fix up the new or inexperienced guys with a partner, in return for a drink or a bit of taxi money.

Until one day she no longer appears in the bar, and after a few nights is no more than a fading memory. ".

Awesome Questner. Thanks for sharing.

For some reason, that makes me think of Frida from Top Gun. I saw her go through each phase other than the last one. She's still hot and working BATS these days.

[QUOTE=Smoothy;2242711]Awesome Questner. Thanks for sharing.

For some reason, that makes me think of Frida from Top Gun. I saw her go through each phase other than the last one. She's still hot and working BATS these days.[/QUOTE]Wonder if that is the same Frida I met in Top Gun in 2010. It's amazing how the "name" of certain girls stick in your head. Claimed to be a hairdresser and looked way out of place in TG compared to the rest of the crowd there.

[QUOTE=DioRetz;2242540]Somehow I don't seem to get through to people when I tell about my experiences in Asia (Bangkok and Jakarta).

They are bad, very bad. Prices are enormous, beauty is average and service level is terrible.

No, I did not go upstairs to pay 800.000. I paid 800.000 downstairs. I stated that very clearly and I don't see why you turn that around.

The only explanation I can think of is that you simply cannot accept that Bangkok and Jakarta stink for sex. They cannot in any way compete with Europe.

So don't waste your time and money. I won't, for sure.[/QUOTE]Yesterday I went to classic 2nd floor. We paid below 400 thousand only.

[QUOTE=IrishMongrel;2242879]Wonder if that is the same Frida I met in Top Gun in 2010. It's amazing how the "name" of certain girls stick in your head. Claimed to be a hairdresser and looked way out of place in TG compared to the rest of the crowd there.[/QUOTE]Very likely the same. I first met her around 2006 and she was new on the blok then and wore jeans shorts and a t-shirt. But by 2010, she used to wear very fancy dresses. You can find her at BATS almost every night these days.

Yesterday I was at Hotel Classic. Had a great time. The first girl I slept with spoke unusually good English. We ended up talking more than having sex, though we did that too. She was highly analytical, like prostitution scientist. She used to work and Malioboro but says she prefers Classic. At malioboro she would typically have 2 customers per night, at Classic it could +/- 7. At malioboro the fixed price is higher, but that is evened out by the larger number of customers at classic, and since the tipping is similar, she ends up making much more at classic. She was adamant that she would like to have a minimum of 10 customers a day when she can. Mainly because of the money, but also for the sex. In addition, she only gets paid by the mamasan once very two months, so it is the tip she and her family live on from day to day and therefore she needs to keep it flowing. If she didn't have a customer at malioboro one night she might not have enough money for food. She said it was also boring there with a lot of waiting. Evidently, she likes action.

She also explained the complicated shift system at Classic. Shift 1 works from 3 pm to 3 am. Shift 2 works from 6 pm to 3 am. They have different numbers of days off and vary between being on one shift or the other. In sum, it is probably good to turn up at 3 pm or 6 pm.

My favorite mamasan remembered my name and even the name of my preferred girl (which I had long forgotten about). That girl wasn't around, so she selected another a girl with an incredible body for me (Eli). 19 years old, petite, super skinny (42 k), naturally almost hairless pussy and big, super-firm breasts. Not such a pretty face, but I don't care so much about that. A little too tight for serious intercourse, French kissing but not really DFK and moved the tongue to fast (I. E. Probably never had a proper boyfriend), but rimmed me on her own initiative. That's good enough for me: I will be back.

Tonight I shifted to Hotel Travel. I have always been skeptical of the place, pretty girls but horrible system, unpleasant mamasans and lousy performance in the room. But last time I went there I had a surprisingly nice experience so I thought I would give it a try again today. Everything was back to the low standards of the past. I slept with two girls, one ok including reasonable English, the other awful (terrible upsell). I went back to my table near the dancefloor hoping to find a nicer girl, but while I was sitting there I suddenly realized there were two policemen in fancy uniforms making their way kind of in my direction. I had a half bitten-off tablet of apcalis (generic cialis) in my pocket without any packaging, which they would surely have taken for some drug if they were to search me. So the first thing I did was to get it out and drop it on the floor. Next, I wondered better to sit still or to try to get out? I sat still for a half minute, then started moving calmly towards the exit. Looked at my cell phone while walking trying to seem really disinterested. Got around the corner of the bar and there were more police of different types. Seemed they were standing around a guy who looked pale and scared. But they didn't seem to be hindering other people from leaving, so I walked passed them settled my bill upon exiting, passed two more police at the door and walked out. Phew. I guess it was just a raid looking for someone specific or someone doing something specific.

Once outside I stopped in front of Hotel Travel and wondered what to do next. While standing there a fight broke out across the street. First two guys, then one walked away but the other started fighting with someone else. They seemed really angry and hateful. The police showed no sign of interest. It was around midnight.

First night in town, did not have a local SIM yet and decided to go somewhere familiar and where I knew I could easily get taxis and they would know where to go.

Having tried the other venues at Classic, I decided to try the spa based on recent reports here. When you walk in you get a wristband with your locker key, similar set up to Macau saunas. Aside from the spa facilities (sauna, hot tub, cold tub, treadmill and exercise bike), the process for selecting girls is actually quite similar to Hotel Travel or other levels, just without the smoke and loud music. Min charge was 100 K for the facilities, which is included if you select a girl.

It was a quiet night and I think only half a dozen other customers were around (weeknight). Received a lineup, where one of the several mms called over all the girls lazing around on the couch on their phones. Some did not respond to the call, including the one I had my eye on. Had her brought over as well. The funny part is the mms using her phone flashlight and shining it into the girls faces. I don't think they liked that but it was helpful. Was quoted 900 K for most of the girls, and there were a couple who were 1. 1 m. Not sure why they were 1. 1 m, I couldn't see any obvious difference in quality though one of them was very cute and had a nice body.

Overall, I would say the quality of the girls at the spa is a definite step above the other levels, but is it worth 2 x the cost? Maybe if you count the nicer facilities, rooms, and environment. Maybe 2-3 very cute ones, another 5-6 cute and doable, and the remaining 5 not my type or too chubby for me. All had large racks.

The girl I selected was one I had to ask to be brought over. For me she was a stunner, 19 or 20 yo, slim and natural be+/ Cs. She didn't speak any English, but it wouldn't make a difference to the experience later. She suggested Google Translate which worked for our purposes. The room facilities were definitely nicer than Malio or other rooms in Classic, but I have found most rooms to be of acceptable condition (the only place where I really felt dirty was in one of the X houses in Bali, but what do you expect for 250 K?

Warmed her up with DATY and boy did she have a body to die for. Not even a touch of baby fat, with nice natural firm boobs. Very cute face as well, model-type. What surprised me a bit was once we got into things, she went aggressively into DFK unprompted. She then also did a very nice BBBJ, and the sex was as expected after all that-- one of my top experiences in Jakarta. Previous experiences at Classic were just "OK". This was pretty great. Afterward, enjoyed the spa facilities for a short while; in the future I might come earlier so I can spend more time relaxing in the sauna and hot tub. Total damage including CC fee: 934K + 150K tip to the girl directly.

The next night, decided to venture farther, to Starmoon, also because of a recent positive report. I know Smoothy says it doesn't get much dirtier than Starmoon, but I don't think it was any worse than Classic's other levels. I didn't check out any other places around here, just went straight in. I was one of three customers in the whole place, it was much smokier and MUCH LOUDER. I will have to bring earplugs next time, I was actually worried about hearing loss as there are speakers on full blast just 1 meter away no matter where you sit (it's a tiny room). Here, instead of couches, it's a fishbowl setup, so you're sitting in a small bar area like in Classic's 2nd level, and looking at a fishbowl.

Quality here was pretty good, but only 1-2 stunners for me. I selected another slim girl with a huge rack. I remember thinking, those can't be real, but I'm going to find out. She had a face similar to an Asian Audrey Hepburn. Once again, no English, which seems to freak the girls out, but Google Translate to the rescue!

Took a bit to warm her up in the room, which was definitely on the lower end of things, but still acceptable. Lighting was terrible though. It was either full on which the girls hate, or ultra-dim. This girl either came or almost came during DATY and was very very sensitive-- and was either having a blast or a very good actress. Lots of moaning and again, a surprise to me-- aggressive DFK. I don't know if it's just luck of the draw, or if they are trained here and at Classic Spa to do that, it's beyond what I would expect for GFE almost. 69, cowgirl, doggy. I couldn't hold too long, almost came during her BBBJ, and only lasted two positions before busting.

After everything, I still don't know if they were real or fake, but I think real based on how they looked when she was on her back. Great body and very good attitude. Another excellent experience, perhaps even surpassing Classic Spa. Total damage: 388K + 35K beer + 100K tip.

[QUOTE=Smoothy;2239618]That would be a fairly good experience with one of those girls, but basically the norm. It's amazing how they turn to complete crap when they get to your place and are not under the control of the mamasans. The last time I tried it, I took a girl I had been with many times and had a great time with her every time that I took her upstairs at the bar. But when I took her to my hotel, I had a crap shag with the girl when we first arrived, then she kept wanting to smoke cigarettes. I was staying at the JW Marriott in a non smoking room, so it was a real inconvenience to go downstairs so she could smoke. She hassled me when I wanted a second shag saying "later, later" and was a royal pain in the ass. I ended up sending her back to her bar after being with her less than 2 hours and never repeated with her again.[/QUOTE]I had a different experience with a girl from Emporium, where it was even better at the hotel. However, I did not BO directly from the venue, instead she met me on her day off / off hours and came to my hotel herself. Also ended up giving her 1 mm which she was very happy with, no matter what % she gets paid at the venue I'm sure this is more. Maybe if the girl is willing to meet you on her off time then it would be different?

Are the girls at Starmoon / Malio Bar etc really working there 7/ days a week without a break? One girl told me she lives in a boarding house with the mms and is monitored closely, but I think she also gets one day off a week?

[QUOTE=Dirk67;2243995]I had a different experience with a girl from Emporium, where it was even better at the hotel. However, I did not BO directly from the venue, instead she met me on her day off / off hours and came to my hotel herself. Also ended up giving her 1 mm which she was very happy with, no matter what % she gets paid at the venue I'm sure this is more. Maybe if the girl is willing to meet you on her off time then it would be different?

Are the girls at Starmoon / Malio Bar etc really working there 7/ days a week without a break? One girl told me she lives in a boarding house with the mms and is monitored closely, but I think she also gets one day off a week?[/QUOTE]That's a totally different situation. That's also why I like going to Kings Cross. The girls will meet you after work or on their days off and they are great fun coming to your place. You don't need to pay a bar fine for them and they don't want any more than the price of one session at Kings Cross. Starmoon girls are basically sex slaves and totally controlled. They will never meet you outside of work. As OS said, they aren't even available for booking out from that place. The mafia type of control they have on those girls is a good reason to avoid the place overall.

Your starmoon girl had natural tits, there's no need to even thing twice about it. There will never be a girl there with silicone. They are fresh out of the village and are too poor and dumb to be exposed to that type of thing yet. This is Indonesia, not Thailand. I would guess that around .01% of the girls in Indonesia have silicone boobs. The ones who do are able to speak English and have been around the game for years. They almost certainly would have had to travel outside Indonesia to get that surgery.

If you want a nice room, go to the new sariayu next door to starmoon. They are as nice as the ones at classic.