Wan Mohammed was at the Salon Bar, said the cute little waitress who doubled as a whore at knock-off time.

No one came to Batam, even Tina, that was her name, unless they were going to make money.

I noticed she was well endowed in the chest department, a big ass, they were usually the best fucks and I slipped her a crisp one hundred dollar American note for her information.

'There's more of those notes,' I said, as I downed another Bintang beer, ' if you can just tell me where he's staying on Bintan Island, I might even through in a fuck.'

Tina liked the idea of that. She liked the bulk of Frank, his six pack disappeared decades ago, but he knew what to say to the girls.

'You mean you buy them off,' said Jack, who was sitting with Cindy and Novi and Max, while a cover band, Indonesians dressed up in Country and Western outfits, were belting out a Willie Nelson song.

'Wasted days and wasted nights,' wailed the hot lead singer, she was recruitment material and her boobies were trying to bust out of her white satin top.

Sex sells in these kinda island resorts. Even a good Muslim girl will suck cock for the almighty dollar.

Frank loved the corrupting element of money.

He knew he wouldn't do so well in a barter economy. 

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