Everything you ever wanted to know about Rue ST. Denis
Not sure why there doesn't seem to be that much interest in the Rue St. Denis street scene--maybe it's because everyone knows about it and it's old news? Or maybe it's because the level of service is pretty bare bones compared to what you can get elsewhere? In any case, I found it to be alive and well, and a convenient place to bust a quick nut, especially if you're into older ladies. Here's what I learned over the course of a little over a week:
[B]Rue St. Denis - Night[/B]
I only went to RSD once at night, so my observations aren't quite as extensive as they are during the day. As during the day, the WLs work along the stretch of Rue St. Denis between Blvd Saint Denis and Rue Reaumur. When I went, most of the gals were black chicks who speak really good English (mid to late 20's) with a handful of white (French?) ladies thrown into the mix. The black girls quote 50 and are much more aggressive than their white counterparts. I was propositioned by many of them the way street girls in Asia come at you. That is, by grabbing your arm and not letting go, forcing you to explain why you don't want to go with them, etc. One girl saw me checking her out from the far end of a side street, and ran the entire length of the street, calling out to me even after I'd already walked off a good distance. Many of the black chicks are [B]Dope[/B] and I regret not being able to try any of them out. Since I'd gone far too long without a taste of the white meat, I chose as my very first French hooker one of the very few Caucasian French ladies working the late shift on Rue St. Denis--a slender late-40's French MILF in glasses with soft natural tits, a pretty face, and pretty good English--who quoted me 70 for about 10-15 minutes of what we would call in Asia "the most SOP service ever. " (Maybe because it was night-time? Or maybe she could smell the my 1st-timer's naivete? In any case, by choosing her over her blonde, big-tits blue-eyed Slavic-looking friend, I'd broken one of the cardinal rules of mongering: Choose not the prettiest girl, but the one who smiles at you first. Serves me right!) At first, she denies being more expensive than all the other girls, but when I press her on it, she tells me it's because she has her own room (which I think is BS because the daytime gals have their own rooms and they're still only 50). With the black girls, she says, I'd have to go to a hotel, which makes me wonder how much a hotel would cost.
My girl's room is a cozy, red affair with mirrors all around. I note the array of leather and sex toys hanging on the wall, which she tells me are available for more money. Her service is pretty below average, even by Rue St. Denis standards, as I later discover. Perfunctory BJ followed by sterile missionary sex, where she puts both hands on my chest to minimize the contact between us and to keep my face away from hers. And yet she keeps pestering me for a tip. In some places in Asia, folks complain when they have to pay 12 Euro for this level of service, much less 70. Needless to say, I don't tip.
[B]Rue St. Denis - DAY[/B]
Just as Randy One reported last July, during the day the ladies start showing up in the doorways along Rue St. Denis around late morning. There are a couple of good side streets (Rue Blondel, is particularly active) where you can catch them as well. While a couple are overweight grannies in wigs (some probably in their 70's, and some with seriously monstrous tits!) you also get a good mix of 40's /50's-ish MILFs, and even a few younger gals. The very first lady I saw my first day there (tall, voluptuous, early 60's) was very much to my liking, but I didn't quite know how to approach her in broad daylight right out in the open like that, as Rue St. Denis can be full of regular folks--office workers, kids shopping, construction workers, movers, families, shop owners, etc. This, in addition to the fact that every once in a while you'll see police either driving down the street or hanging out nearby. Strangely enough, the cops seem pretty non-chalant about the all WLs, and sometimes even hang out and chat with them. So it turns out the way to do pick up a gal is to duck into the doorway / alleyway where the lady of your choice is standing. That way you get some semblance of cover as you do your negotiating. Ah, the learning curve!
The old school French WLs tend to have very nicely furnished, cozy studio apartments nearby where you can go and do the deed. As Randy One mentioned, it's 50 a pop, and I took a couple ladies up on this offer. One was a slender, dark-haired Egyptian beauty whom I really wanted to see again, but she only works one day a week, and I couldn't find her again after that first encounter. Another was a blonde regular who told me she works every day, apparently out of the same doorway. For 50, you get 10-15 minutes of BJ and then missionary FJ. Anything beyond this (in my case, requests for different positions, sucking on titties) will cost you more. My blonde lady wouldn't even take off her bra to let me see her titties at the 50 price point.
Then there are the WLs who are not of the "old school" type. The most noticeable of these are the group of 10-15 Chinese ladies in their 40's /50's, who hang out along the south side of Boulevard Saint Denis at seemingly all hours of the day and night. I came here almost every day over the period of more than a week, and I saw the same ladies hanging out every single time. There are also trashier-looking WLs on the the north side of Blvd Saint Denis by the Andr้ shop that only seem to appear in the afternoon. And then there's the group of 3 beautiful, voluptuous, yoga pants-wearing, Latin-looking girls in their late 20's (gypsies perhaps?) who were hanging out on Rue St. Denis every day I was there. I even tried to pick one of them up, but with my limited French, ended up following her to a public toilet that she assured me was "Tr่s tranquille. " She was hot, but I passed. She offered to go to a hotel, but my cheap ass didn't want to pay the extra cost. I'm not sure about the other "non-old school" gals, but my guess is that they don't have their own rooms either, so either you're going to a hotel, or, as in my case, a public toilet.
Another caveat for the daytime monger--this area is the so-called "garment district" so there are a lot of small boutique clothing stores. Bored WLs will often stroll into these shops where the shop owners all seem to know them. Some of the shop ladies dress like WLs and stand in their shop's doorways where they can easily be mistaken for WLs. Caveat emptor!
Hope this info helps someone else have as much fun on RSD as I did.
Boob out.
