If Bob thought Manila was a traffic-clogged shit-hole, then Jakarta was much, much worse. Attempting to get anywhere in the city required the thorough preparation and planning of a military exercise. Trying to keep appointments was usually an impossibility, and people tended to take the view that they would expect you when and if they saw you!
He marvelled at the city's fastest means of getting from A to B when you are intent on getting there on time, and your helicopter is off the road (or, more correctly, sky, he supposed). This is by the kamikaze fleet of motorcycle taxis, the largest fleet run by Uber. He quailed at just watching these nutters weaving in and out of traffic at speed, and he reckoned that a large percentage of Jakarta's horrendous traffic accident casualty figures were amongst these suicide jockeys and their poor passengers.
But, if you feel lucky and on a budget (they are very cheap), they are the fastest way to get around, and most Jakartans swear by them. They are also the chosen means of travel favoured by girls travelling the city to meet a boyfriend or customer.
When Bob was feeling horny and needed a woman (which was most of the time) and was in Jakarta as he often was, he found that the easiest and most reliable way to hook up with a working girl was either using the Seeking App or Tinder. Seeking is generally the best option for more attractive and interesting girls who often were moonlighting students and even nurses or teachers. They demand more money for their services, but most are open to negotiation and will lower their rate if they are in desperate need, which is most of the time.
Tinder is also a valuable tool for hooking up with girls (or boys), but it has to be used with extreme care. There are many bait-and-switch scammers on the site. The pretty young lady whose online photos have you dripping saliva over your smartphone quite often turns out to be a wizened old bint who will try to convince you that she is twenty-two when she looks twenty years north of that. Maybe she is twenty-two, Bob mused. They must have a hell of a tough paper round in Jakarta.
Angela was a case In point. Bob had asked on his Tinder page whether there were any males interested in joining in a threesome with him and an as-yet unchosen girl and on the same page asking for females willing to participate for monetary gain. As expected, he got several guys replying that they were interested, but few girls responded. Angela was the only one who expressed interest in his proposal.
Bob had shelved his three-in-a-bed plan, which sounded good on paper but put him in a world of trouble with so many things that could go wrong. But he retained interest in Angela, and when he next felt the familiar pussy longing hit him, he contacted her and arranged a rendezvous for the following day.
He was to meet Angela in the lobby of the apartment block where he was staying. This made good sense; he could always do a runner if the girl were a bait-and-switch dragon. He sat in a position to monitor the main door and all the comings and goings. He was to be waiting over an hour past the arranged meet-hup time. This did not surprise or annoy him. He knew that Jakarta traffic was as bad, if not worse, than that he encountered in Manila. She was using a motorcycle taxi, so she could not inform him of her location. He just hoped that she turned up in one piece!
When she turned up, he nearly did a runner as he thought she was a bait-and-switch girl. But he saw that she did look like the girl on Tinder, so he stayed. The problem was that she might be the same girl as in the photos, but she had gone up about ten dress sizes! Ah, well, he thought. In for a penny, etc. He had been with fat girls before and he knew that sometimes, to make up for their shortcomings, they put more effort into pleasing a man.
Bob hailed her, and she came over, and they briefly shook hands. Bob stood up. Now, what he mused. Do I take her up to my apartment and fuck her, or should I make excuses, slip her a few notes for her trouble and run? No, he decided. I'll go with the flow.
She seemed a nice enough girl. When they were in Bob's apartment, he could get a good look at her for the first time. She certainly was no beauty but wasn't too hard on the eye. She wore an enormous pair of glasses that repeatedly slid down her nose and required pushing back up. She told him that she was twenty-two, had recently finished college, and was looking for employment as a civil engineer. A bit anxious, she had a nervous little laugh that would probably get annoying in short order. But for now, all was good.
