Bali Raw

by Malcolm Scott

  Everyone looked at me for a solution. “You’re the guy that does the buck’s nights, what’s the plan?” they asked. I have no idea why or how I got the job, it just seemed to be gifted to me like an unwanted present.

  I had hired a group of sexy dancers for Hamish’s buck’s night, so I guess this explained some of it, but although they had done a good job and everyone seemed to enjoy the night, they were expensive and they had to be booked a week in advance. They also cost four hundred dollars for three fifteen-minute shows, cheap by Australian standards but expensive for Bali.

  Unfortunately, I had no plan and I’d been given a couple of hours to work with—also afternoon romps in Bali generally turn into a disaster. I picked up my phone and turned it over in my hand, thinking. Suddenly the answer struck me—it was literally right before my eyes.

  I was involved in a legitimate business in Bali and I didn’t feel it was appropriate for me to always hang around in prostitute pick-up joints. One of the tactics I employed to manage this problem was to always request the phone number of any girl I took home—over time I had managed to fill my phone with numbers of working girls. I told Chris that I would see what I could do.

  I left the bar, went around the corner for a bit of privacy and then sent a text message to every hooker in my phone:

  “500.000. Three hours work. No sex, txt back”

  My phone rang almost instantly. Ira was on the line. “Hello darling, how are you?” she asked.

  Ira was a girl I would occasionally call when I needed a bit of company. Twenty-six, smart and stunningly beautiful, she was always available for me as we got along well, but she was very expensive and she would never stay the night.

  Ira preferred to do short-time visits, and when things were finished she would race back to the club so she could turn over a few more tricks.

  She was open and honest about this. She said she’d almost finished paying off a house in her village of Banyuwangi and as soon the house was paid for she intended to quit work and marry a Javanese boy she’d been dating. She was a vibrant and happy working girl with a plan, and she had become a monthly treat for me—with the price she charged it was generally on payday.

  I asked Ira if she was busy and if she had three like-minded friends. “You and your friends will not have to have sex, just a swim and a party, and I will buy the drinks,” I said.

  There were reasons for the no-sex request: I didn’t want anyone to get too excited and try to have sex in the pool with one of the girls. I liked where I lived and pool sex in the afternoon would surely have seen me evicted. And I didn’t want one of my sleazy mates to sneak a girl into my room, as I’m not a big fan of other people having sex in my bed. Also, I wanted the party to be fun—I didn’t want the expectation of sex to spoil the mood. Or perhaps I was simply jealous—I didn’t want to share Ira with one of my dodgy mates.

  Ira said she was interested, but she sounded a little unsure. “No sex? Why you want girl but not want sex?” she asked me suspiciously.

  I tried to reassure Ira. “It’s just a party,” I explained, “my friend get married and we want girl to help celebration.”

  Ira interrupted me, “But you pay girl for sex, then you just want for party? I never see do like this before.”

  I could see Ira’s point. I had offered enough money for a normal client–working girl arrangement. I also knew it was pointless to argue and try to explain over the phone. I figured I would explain it to her in person and give the guys the rules.

  “Ira, just tell your friends that they must bring bikini, OK? Tell them they will not have to have sex, we will just be having a swim party. If friend not have bikini, I will buy one for them.”

  Ira paused. I didn’t know if she was struggling with the no-sex concept or the fact that she needed to find three friends with bikinis. Eventually she came back on the line. “OK darling, I come. I bring my friend live same kost me. I will looking other girl, is OK?”

  I was happy I had at least two girls to join the party. “Yes, is good Ira, call me back when you find other girl, ya?”

  I went back to the bar and told Chris and the other friends that I had organised something and their bill for the afternoon’s entertainment would be five hundred thousand each. “Oh, and you may have to buy a few pairs of bikinis,” I added.

  “Bikinis,” one of them, Mitch, piped up. “What have you organised?”

  I smiled, and felt proud that I had at least been able to arrange something. I also wanted to set the rules right off the bat. “I may have four girls for a pool party at my hotel. They’re working girls but they won’t be available for sex, just drinks, giggles and a few swimming lessons.”

  The quip about swimming lessons seemed to get everyone over the line, they all seemed happy with the arrangements.

  There were a few arguments over who would have to go to the shop and buy the bikinis but it kept the boys busy while I waited for Ira’s return phone call.

  Ira called me back a moment later. “Hello darling,” she said. “I have three friends and we want to go swim in pool, no sex and you give five hundred, ya?”

  I laughed. Ira was smart and a very good businesswoman. It was one of the things I liked about her. She wanted confirmation of the price and the contract before she committed. “Yes sweetheart, five hundred and no sex.”

  Ira giggled excitedly, “I and my friend will come and swim in pool afternoon ya, I meet front gate your hotel in one hours, OK darling?”

  I smiled at the lads; I could see they were hanging onto every word. “OK darling, I will meet you there, and bring bikini ya.” I hung up the phone and gave the boys a thumbs up.

  Back then I rented a one-bedroom apartment with a kitchen and large bathroom for four thousand Australian dollars a year. The compound I lived in was built in the early Nineties and boasted thirty hotel rooms set in beautiful tropical gardens. Situated on the Denpasar side of Legian Street it was far out enough to be quiet but close enough to town to make the nightclub scene accessible. By far the room’s best feature, however, was its proximity to the hotel’s large, and private, swimming pool.

  The swimming pool had a pool bar that was usually staffed by a young Balinese. I didn’t know what sort of reaction I would get rolling up at three in the afternoon with three horny blokes and four prostitutes, but I had made the arrangements and I had little choice but to move ahead.

  I needn’t have worried for the pool was empty when we arrived. I spoke to the pool boy and told him to stock up the bar with Bintang beer and Mix Max.

  The boys jumped into the pool but I stayed dry, I wanted to ensure that the security would not extort the girls and so I had to escort them into the hotel complex.

  The guys had been swimming in the pool for about thirty minutes when Ira called. “I’m at your front gate with my friends,” she said. I didn’t need to be told twice, I went to pick up the entertainment.

  The girls were waiting for me but they were surrounded by the hotel security. Ira looked typically stunning; she wore a soft yellow see-through summer dress and she her long, silky hair cascaded over one shoulder.

  We walked a small distance away from the security and then Ira introduced me to her friends. “Darling, this is Sinta, this is Putra and this is Ita.”

  I shook the girls hands as I was introduced but when I came to Ita I stopped, stunned.

  Ita was dressed similarly to Ira, she was about the same age and shape and she had a matching hairstyle. The two looked so alike that they could have been sisters. I kept hold of Ita’s hand and turned to Ira. “Darling, you the same,” I said. “Are you from the same family?”

  Ira laughed; she reached down and took my hand from Ita’s. “Yes,” she said, “Ita is my cousin.”

  I turned to take another look at Ita, my mouth fell open and I turned back to Ira. “Blood cousin?” I asked amazed. They looked like the same person.

  Ira dropped my hand then she went over and placed an arm about Ita’s shoulder. Standing
together it was hard to spot the difference. “Of course darling, Ita comes from the same village as me, my mother and her mother sisters,” Ira pointed to her face then Ita’s, “see we look the same, stupid.”

  This was the good news and I figured the boys would be very happy; the bad news was the other two girls.

  Whereas Ira and Ita were stunningly beautiful, Putra and Sinta looked like they had been picked up off the street. They were skinny and they had bad skin, they looked worn and beaten and were simply not in the same league.

  I took Ira aside and asked why the other two girls weren’t pretty. “I’m sorry darling,” she replied, “is afternoon, ya, all girl sleep afternoon, only my cousin and Ira awake. I must find girl extra by looking, you want many girl and is difficult me to find.”

  Ira said this as though it explained everything and I was a fool for asking but I had a sneaking suspicion that Ira and her cousin had organised cheaper girls so they could split the majority of the booty. This was confirmed moments later when Ira stipulated that I pay her at the end of the day so that she could pay the girls.

  I didn’t mind. I felt Ira was only trying to make a buck and she had done a wonderful job organising and bringing the girls in the first place. Besides, I’m not exactly Brad Pitt and who was I to be fussy. “Yes darling, I will only give money to you,” I replied.

  I pulled Ira back to her friends and explained that we were having a buck’s party. “I want you to have a good time and be nice to Chris. No sex, just have fun.” I then asked the girls if they had bikinis. Ira looked at the girls and they giggled. “Darling, we not bring.”

  I dropped my head into my hands and shook it. “Oh great,” I said, expecting that I would be spending the next hour shopping for bikinis.

  Ira laughed and put an arm about my shoulder. “Don’t worry darling, this is not a problem. We Indonesian girl, we don’t need bikini to go swimming.” The girls giggled and nodded in agreement.

  I found myself caught between wanting the girls to take their clothes off and wanting to be allowed to continue living at my hotel. “Ira not too much ya, is day time, maybe there is some families around.”

  Ira pecked me on the cheek, “Stupid man always worried. Come on, take us to the pool. We want to go swimming.”

  The girls jumped about excitedly when Ira mentioned the pool. I knew I had no choice but to take them, but I was still concerned. It was daylight and four naked girls in the hotel swimming pool presented a bit of a problem.

  Ira knew the location of the pool and the girls streaked off ahead of me. As they sniggered and laughed, I wondered what I had got myself into.

  When we arrived at the pool the boys playfully invited them in. The girls weren’t shy and they whipped off dresses and pulled down jeans.

  This was the moment I’d dreaded. I was sure the girls would strip down to nothing and I was worried about the pool boy’s reaction. I needn’t have worried, the girls went as far as bras and knickers.

  The girls stood about half-dressed and the boys in the pool went quiet. They stared, mouths ajar. The scenery was exquisite, much better than sexy dancers.

  Ira came to my side and put an arm about my waist. I rested a hand on her beautiful thigh. “Darling, can we go in the water now?” she asked and jumped up and down.

  I let my hand travel up Ira’s warm, smooth, lithe body. “Of course, baby,” I said. Ira didn’t need to be told twice. She howled something at her friends in Indonesian and then she unceremoniously dumped herself in the water.

  Ira’s friends followed suit. The boys in the pool swarmed over and the pool boy laughed and clapped—the party had commenced.

  The buck’s party started out pretty tame. The girls were happy to be in a swimming pool and we were happy to sit in the pool and have a few drinks and a laugh. A couple of the girls attempted to swim and I was pleased to see they were semi capable … having said that, there were a lot of eager teachers available.

  Ira and Ita received the most attention but the other two seemed content. It was a comfortable environment, there were plenty of drinks and the music was loud and rocking. Things only became wilder when Ira and Ita decided they wanted to dance. Ira swam to my side and asked if it was OK. I said it was fine by me. It was one of the things I liked about Ira, she was a complete business woman and very professional with her job. She felt it was important to entertain Chris in the style of a buck’s party and didn’t need prompting.

  Ira and Ita then climbed onto the pool bar and started grinding to the music. The girls had spent a lot of time in nightclubs and they could move exceptionally well—they seemed to enjoy themselves and they danced as well as any practised sexy dancers. Ira and Ita put on a great show and the other girls soon joined them. The whole group seemed to be having the time of their lives and they played up to the slack-jawed men in the pool.

  The pool boy had the best view and he clapped and laughed along with the girls and the music. It was a great show and it improved dramatically when Chris called out, “Ira, take off your bra!” Ever obliging, and without hesitation, Ira turned Ita around and undid her bra. She threw it over her shoulder into the pool, then turned for Ita to do the same for her—the other girls followed suit.

  The pool boy had four semi-naked women gyrating on his bar. The girls pretended to kiss and cuddle as they danced. I could tell the pool boy had never witnessed anything like it before. He stopped clapping and just stared, his expression was one of unmasked bliss. The girls must have noticed the pool boy for they whispered amongst themselves then turned away from us and gave the pool boy his own private show. His face split into a big bright Balinese smile, and I could see it was the happiest moment of his life.

  As the girls danced a song for the pool boy, we were presented with four cute wiggling bums, then each girl took a turn to climb into the bar then as a group they surrounded the pool boy and kissed and a cuddled him. I was sure I heard a small groan of pleasure emit from the bar.

  The girls climbed out of the bar and ran back around to the pool. They were all jiggling boobs and clinging wet knickers—even I was impressed by what I had organised.

  When the girls re-joined us in the pool, the pool boy caught my attention. He placed his hands together, bowed his head and said, “Thank you.”

  I had to smile. “No, thank you,” I replied.

  Indonesian girls can be very territorial. I was only a customer but Ira wouldn’t let Ita near me, which was fine as to achieve this Ira had to spend most of her time at my side. This did wonders for my ego but I was sure the others understood. I had known Ira a long time and it was natural that she would want to spend time with me but I did my best to share and I sent Ira over to the other guys on more than one occasion.

  Problems began when Chris became territorial over Ita.

  We’d all had a laugh, a drink and a good swim. It was harmless fun and there had been no funny business until Chris corralled Ita and dragged her to the other side of the pool. We all knew what Chris was up to and despite it being his buck’s party we felt it was a little unfair. We had all understood from the start that the girls were there to entertain, not be roped and groped.

  Ira swam over to me and complained, “Darling, why your friend take Ita over there?” Ira pointed to the other side of the pool. I looked over and saw that Chris had Ita in a corner, his arms were either side of her and with limited swimming skill she had little chance of escape.

  The scene annoyed me. “He stupid man, Ira. I sorry he not good behaviour,” I said as my anger slowly rose. At the time Chris was a good friend, but I had gone out on a limb for him and I felt he was taking the piss out of me, the girls and the other blokes in the pool.

  “Ita tell me before, darling, she not like where he want put hand. Stop him darling,” she asked. This may sound strange as the girls were working girls, but even working girls deserve a bit of decorum and Ita wanted to be with the group and have fun.

  Also a contract had been agreed on and the girls had held
up their side of the bargain. Ira and Ita had a right to be annoyed as far as I was concerned so I swam over to Chris, lifted his arm and set Ita free. Ita moved away from Chris but held onto the edge of the pool; I could see she was afraid to tackle the deep end by herself.

  “What you doing, mate?” I asked Chris. “You know what was decided. The girls are here to entertain, they’re not here so you can get you’re jollies on the other side of the pool.”

  Chris smiled at me drunkenly. “Yeah, but it’s my buck’s party,” he said.

  Chris was about to ruin what had so far been a fun day; I put an elbow outside the pool and held myself up. “I don’t care mate, we’re all here to have fun. You don’t get the pick of the litter.”

  I could see Chris wasn’t happy at being interrupted. “What’s it got to do with you?” he snarled.

  I didn’t bother to argue. “It happens again and I’ll send the girls home,” I said, and hoped my threat would settle him down.

  I turned away from Chris and took Ita by the hand. I swam her to the other side of the pool, passed one hand to Mitch and the other to Tony, and then swam back to Ira. “Go and swim with your friend, darling,” I said. I pointed at Chris. “It will help keep him away.” Ira thanked me, kissed me on the cheek, and joined the crowd on the other side of the pool.

  I had hoped the crowd would keep Chris away but it didn’t work. Chris bade his time and as soon as the opportunity arose he grabbed Ita again and dragged her away.

  I’d had enough. I wanted Chris to have fun but he was spoiling it for everybody, and I knew Ira well enough to know that if she got her back up she would cancel the afternoon and take her friends home.