GIRL SEVEN

The manager of Red Cock, told me his Indo wife was singing at Sensasi nightclub. He also told me that in addition to the entertainment, there was a fish bowl set up upstairs. Sounded good to me. He also told me Maxims was a short walk away, so I had a back up place close by.

I took a taxi to Sensasi, going there on blind faith as I had no idea where it was. Luck was with me and we arrived safely after a 15-minute ride through heavy traffic. I arrived maybe 9pm and the bar keep’ wife was on stage in hot pants and knee high boots, first time I had seen an Indo lady wearing something sexy. I guess she sang fine, hard to tell. What the sheer volume of the blaring karaoke system did not hide, the ghastly reverb did. There was a very small crowd, maybe 5 or 6 customers, on a Tuesday night. Many girls were hanging out, both inside and outside the joint. A few hit on me while I was drinking my beer and listening to the singer. After she sang, I walked up to her and introduced myself. We shook hands. OK fine, been there, done that. Now what?

I went upstairs to the fish bowl, maybe 10 girls and none appealing. The manager was a very young man and spoke very reasonable English. For some reason he seemed a bit friendlier and less professional than his counterparts in the other places I visited. As slimy as I think the managers generally are, this young man impressed me as being a good guy. He told me most of the really pretty girls were already booked out, and that for best selection I should come back at 11am the next day. OK fine. I went downstairs and was surprised to see a sort of strip show going on. An older girl (late twenties?) with a fuller figure was doing a sexy strip tease, and doing it pretty well, most definitely the sexiest acting girl I had seen the whole trip. Half way through her set a young man came out and together they performed some suggestive maneuvers although both kept their underwear on. After the show I was the only one to clap. The girl acknowledged my applause, but walked right past me at the bar and grabbed some very young looking Asian guy and dragged him out the door. Oh well. More boring karaoke singing was coming on next, and I was getting a little tipsy from drinking at the Red Cock first and having a couple more at Sensasi, so I decided to head over to Maxims. The manager was very kind in telling me exactly how to get there, I would have sworn he worked for both places. It was a short, but ugly walk across a dirt field filled with garbage, broken concrete, mud puddles, and all the rest of the usual Batam shit. It was only about a hundred yards, but ended up being a first rate obstacle course, had to watch every step. I got to the road, turned right as the manger told me and sure enough there was Maxims. Unlike the karaoke joints near Melia that were small and dingy, Maxims was very large, and dingy.

There was a guy sitting at the desk in the doorway, I forget what he said, probably “karaoke?”, and I think pointed for me to go upstairs. I think Maxims had 2 or 3 floors, a pretty big place, not sure what was on the other floors, I know the girls lived in the basement. At any rate, the set up was the same as Queen’s Bee and Dynasty99, two long couches filled with shoulder to shoulder girls. There must have been nearly 100 of them, certainly the biggest group I saw in Batam. I had to walk to the end of the benches to even view them all. I think I was the only customer in the joint. There was a large customer area with cocktail tables, chairs and booths where the guys could sit with the girls, share a drink, and do karaoke. I once again felt stupid walking back and forth in front of the two rows of girls, trying hard to not look like a fat American walking in front of the meat counter trying to pick out the best steak. But I am sure that is exactly what I looked like. Despite the quantity of girls, the selection was pretty much like the other places I visited, mostly very average girls in the low twenties, some would not make eye contact with me, some stood and shook their booty hoping to get my attention, some were loud, some comatose. I found myself picking yet another very petite girl who seemed sort of indifferent to me, she neither avoided eye contact, nor actively solicited my business. She was not spectacularly cute, but kind of cute in an everyday way, little or no makeup. I asked the mama if she did bj, a short talk with the girl, Yes. Instead of just taking the girl right away, for the first time I accepted the offer of a drink, and sat down with the girl sitting next to me. They brought her a drink as well, I never even saw her order it. She smoked a cigarette. Oh well, she drinks and smokes, I was close to canceling the deal and selecting another. But she was exceedingly petite, cute in that casual way, and actually seemed quite sweet despite the coke and whiskey and cig. What the hell, I can handle a little cigarette smoke for one night, right?

I paid her booking fee, 280,000?, and off we went in a taxi to my hotel, the hotel 2000. I booked out of Melia and checked in the 2000 earlier that day.

My little girl of the evening seemed very relaxed, and I admit I was even more tipsy, OK, drunk, than when I entered Maxims. I think we took separate showers, and I took my pants with me into the shower with me for safety although for some reason this girl seemed really cool and I felt I could trust her. She was very small, 145cm tall, 40kg, smallish breasts that sagged a bit, the aftermath of breast feeding a baby, but her abdomen showed no stretch marks and was nearly flat. Her weight was proportional to her size, she was not too skinny, and had a nice thin layer of girlie softness all over her body. Her hair was barely to her shoulders, a bit coarse like many Indo girls. Her lips were full, but a little bit chapped. Her best asset was her butt, small, but with plenty of curves. I could just about hold both cheeks in one hand, which I found to be quite a turn on for me. The most memorable thing about her was her walk. She wore short grey skirts that accented her sexy walk. She had an amazing, naturally sexy sway in her hips, a sort of mature comfortable swing, a real turn on, and I am sure it was totally natural to her. She surely had no idea how sexy she looked when she just walked down the street, and maybe neither did the Indo street guys (was just me that found her walk so sexy?). She did not get anywhere near the number of whistles and cat calls that Girl Two received, the one with smoking hot body, and dressed made up her face like you would expect from a street gal in the US.

I think we had pretty conventional sex that first time, I remembered I asked for the promised bj but she declined in such a sweet way, while melting her body into mine, that I was not very disappointed. The sex was as much fun as any sex I had in Batam, our bodies just seemed to meld together very nicely. She was not as active nor as passive as my previous encounters, it was a very nice and relaxing little session.

I guess I must have quickly fallen asleep, and slept pretty much all the way til the morning. We had another, quicker fuck in the morning, washed up and went down to the free buffet breakfast. The Melia had over 50 food items to choose from, the 2000 had three, fried rice, fried noodles, and fried eggs, no wait, 4, they also had sliced white bread. We ate a small amount and went back upstairs.

The girl was interested in my Indonesian phrase book, and read it quite a lot in between sex, eating, and sleeping. She turned on the TV a couple of times, but was more interested in my book. She was very patient in trying to communicate with me, and actually seemed somewhat interested in me. I returned the interest, and I had much more fun just trying to communicate with her than with any of the previous girls, where communication was much more a challenge than a pleasure. We did not have sex again, and she left around 10am. I put a tip in her bag, 20,000 I think. She did not look at it in front of me. I was happy with her, enjoyed her more than anyone else, was tempted to book her for another day, but I had my eye set on those promised beauties at Sensasi and did not want to miss them by rebooking the little sweetheart for my last day. Besides, I figured I could go back to Maxim’s and pick her again, she was not aggressive, nor overtly attractive and not likely to be booked early on a Wednesday.

After she left my room, I took a short walk to exchange more money at BII. Upon my return about 30 minutes later, lo and behold my little sweet heart was waiting in the lobby for me, standing right in front of the front desk. The front desk people seemed perfectly comfortable having her act as lobby decoration while waiting for me. She smiled with relief as I entered the lobby. I assumed she had forgotten something in the room. But as I walked up to her, she held my hand and we walked to the elevator hand in hand. When the elevator doors closed on us, she walked right up to me, or should I say into me, and gave me an unexpected hug. How nice! We got back to my room and we both grabbed at the phrase book. I won, or she let me win. Naturally I asked her, “Why come back?” She pointed at me and said, “you”. Right answer honey!!!!!

Sure enough, there did not seem to be any of her belongings left in my room, perhaps her reason for returning really was just me? No, can’t be, there must be an ulterior motive. Perhaps she wanted another day booking, who knows?

Sometime that morning or perhaps the previous evening, during our attempts at communicating, I told her I usually just had fruit for lunch. And now she suggested we go buy some fruit. I was floored. After spending the entire previous week trying to find a girl who would lead and guide me around Batam, and actually giving up on the idea after a few bad experiences, this girl was offering to go out with me. I did not hesitate in saying yes and we were off.

We exited the hotel and started to walk down the street. We smiled at each other in patient disgust as we both tried to avoid the multiple obstacles that make up the “sidewalks” in Batam. I’ve never been in a war zone, but it must be very similar to the area of Nagoya around the Melia and Hotel 2000. We walked a couple of blocks, and seemed to be getting nowhere…….nowhere near fruit anyway. I stopped her, and tried to ask her where she was taking me to buy fruit. No clear answer. After several minutes of trying to find out, we both realized, at nearly the same time, that each of us had thought the other was leading the way, talk about the blind leading the blind! When we were talking earlier she said she had only been in Batam a week, and I guess it was true. She had no idea where anything was. So now I had to play guide! I took her back to the only place I knew to buy fruit, the upstairs grocery of the Matahari department store.

She hailed a taxi, one of the most dilapidated cars I’ve ever seen. I almost refused to enter, but she entered easily and motioned for me to sit next to her, how could I refuse? She told the taxi to take us to Matahari and we were off. When we arrived I started to pay and get out, but was warned by my girl to stay inside. I was a little wary as the driver slowly went around to the back of the building, then pulled into an empty parking stall. My girl motioned for me to get out, and I did. I again tried to pay, but the taxi mumbled something about “valet”, and I got the picture that he was going to wait for us. I was once again concerned about what sort of fare he would be expecting when we got back to the hotel, but that’s the way it goes.

Upstairs to the grocery area, she picked some very expensive, badly bruised green US grapes, an apple, and a pear. I started to walk to the check out, but she took my hand and led me to the toys area. Ok, perhaps this is why she was being nice, and why she had returned to me, she had wanted me to take her shopping. Oh well, I did not mind much, I actually wanted to shop a little and none of the other girls would take me. So I went along with her. She grabbed a large stuffed Pooh bear, and hugged it like she was in love. I checked the price, being a cheap Charlie to the end. It was something like 80,000, more than half the price of my planned short time at Sensasi that afternoon, I put it back on the shelf and she looked disappointed, but I took her hand and continued the search of stuffed animals. We found a cute panda that was nearly as big for just 30,000. I held it up to her, “How Panda?”, she hesitated a moment, then pulled it to her and hugged it every bit as passionately as the Pooh, and the deal was done. I think she got one or two more small items, less than 10,000. When we arrived at the shampoo section, she made it clear she would like some shampoo, and then told me to select which one. Maybe she did not know the brands, or was testing me, or wanted to avoid another price check, who knows. I selected a larger bottle of an Amercian brand shampoo, for about 10,000, about 1/5 the price back home. She seemed pleased. Then we finally paid and left. The taxi was waiting for us right where we left him. He drove us back to the hotel 2000, and I was waiting for the bombshell to drop……OK, that will be 100,000 taxi fare please………..But to my happy surprise, my little date took 10,000 from my wad and gave it to the driver for his 45 minutes of service. He seemed quite satisfied with that and we got out. Damn I love it when the girls take care of the taxi.

Back in the room, she gave me the apple, which I peeled and shared with her. I also peeled a pear and shared it with her. She was laying on the bed, the TV was on, but she had her nose buried in my phrase book, which I wholeheartedly approved of. I found it humorous that she tried to pull down her short skirt when it rode up high to the top of thighs as she lay on my bed. I discovered that she did not have to report back to Maxims until 1pm. We continued to relax in my room with the TV on. I read my novel, she read the phrase book, and we chatted from time to time, usually in response to a question she had about a word or phrase. She seemed very happy to be with me. I enjoyed her pleasant company, but was starting to get horny again, watching her short skirt rising up her thighs.

At around 12:30pm I think I mentioned to her that it would be time for her to leave soon. She got up and started to gather her things. I decided to be a bit bold and sat on the edge of the bed and gently but decidedly pulled her to me, the first really aggressive act I made on any of the women who stayed with me. I put her hand on my now hardening dick. I forget exactly how I communicated to her, but I told her I wanted the bj I did not get the night before. She did not want to do it. I got out one of my flavored condoms and opened it and let her smell it and taste it, then I put it on. I think she got the idea, but was still hesitant. Once again being the cheap Charlie type, I mentioned that I paid for all the shopping, implying that she sort of “owed” me. She relented and started to suck. Soft and easy, not too bad. It was not her first time. But after two minutes she stopped. Hey…more….she did another minute, then stopped again. Each time she stopped she would look up at me with that very sweet smile that melted my heart. Her face said, “that’s enough isn’t it?” She was not getting into it, but I was, so I told her to use her hand. She did. Not an expert, but satisfactory, except that she still stopped every two minutes and looked up at me with that sweet smile as if to say, is that enough? I kept saying more, more. She motioned to her pussy, “do you want inside?” Hmmm…tempting, but no. She was all dressed and I was already half way there and she was on her way out the door, I just wanted her to get me off with her hand and mouth. After the fouth or fifth time stopping, I grabbed her hand and made her pump me continuously. She smiled like it was silly, (and maybe it was as she had offered her sweet little pussy to me!), but I made her keep it up. When the moment of truth approached, I put my dick in her mouth again and she let me cum in her mouth (with condom on). I showed her the cum at the tip and said something like, “good job”. She gave me another sweet, heart melting smile. I cleaned up, hugged her, and she was gone. It was a few minutes before 1pm.