- New Orleans Street Action Dated Added: Sun Oct 12 2008 Submitted by: Princealbetcock
I just came to N. O. to work, and noticed that there are no current reviews for the area. I have been here for 2 weeks and have scored 2 pick ups on Airline. They were both during the daytime. The first was a wsw in her forty's, real noice tits. She said her normal price was 30 for a b.j. I got it for $20.
The second girl was a mixed sw in her 20's. she said her price was $30 for bj and $50 for sex. Again, I got sex for $20. I found both arond were the Saints training facility is. (Review # 24870)
- New Orleans Street Action Dated Added: Sun Nov 06 2005 Submitted by: bluesbro
With the rebuilding in place, things might not be up and running around here for quite some time concerning WSW. But having lived here during the 90's, I can say that the action has been slowly dying down ever since "Jimmy Old Fool" got busted by yet another preacher. Katrina just finished off what was once a gagging dying place.
As of 11/06/05, observations: 1. Most of the people here now are not locals. They are from some place else. Only about 30% of locals are here living and working. 2. It is been looking OK here ever since my return to N.O. about two weeks ago, and as of late, I have not been able to pick up one WSW. 3. Jefferson Hwy. and Causeway Blvd. motels...motels... seek the motels. 4. N.O. is dead. No action, and with 12:00 to 6:00 curfew... no chance. Besides, too many workers are feds, and too much other gov.-related activity in the area to safely pick one up, even if she was living in a mold-infested crack house. 5. Jefferson Parish is moving right along at a good pace. I would say in about 6 months, things will pick up. Right now, the cops are swooping down on any little action there has been.
The other night, passed by motels near Cuseway and Jefferson Hwy. I thought I recognized a WSW I have been looking for for some time (she was real good), as well as another ho with about two black pimps. Everything was perfect. I have been way overdue since Huricane Katrina hit, so I was ready. But I am not stupid. With everything going on right now, cops are real jumpy. They are trying to supress a rebirth in drugs and ho activity in Jefferson Parish. Many ho's and pimps from N.O. are survivors from Katrina and are trying to set up operations in Jefferson. So it's real tricky right now.
I passed on, moving in to pick up on the two. What fun it would have been, the two of my favorite ho's at the same time. Yum. The next night, went back, telling myself not to listen to that smart voice in my head, and just pick a ho up!! As I passed the same motel, I saw four, maybe five cop cars, lights all flashing in the motel's parking lot.
Well, needless to say I just keep driving on. Could have been me there. So, right now... not a good time. But you still might see a ho around Airline Drive and Jefferson. There is a side street on Jefferson that goes all the way to Airline Drive. Don't remember the street, but if you're heading towards the H.P. long bridge, take a right at the light near a gas station and blue Tomato Bar. Been known to have a ho or two there as well.
Be smart... don't just fly in and grab a ho... be careful and slow down, look around, make sure no cars are around. Keep safe and don't get busted, cause if you get busted, word gets out... and goodbye ho's.
FINALLY, want to say that if and when N.O. is up and running again, I think she will be kicking live and hard, more than before. As I just heard, HUD (Housing and Urban Develupment) is planning on rebuilding the projects (Fisher). Thanks to the government, now the ho's will have a place to buy drugs, and a place to get picked up nearby for cash. I can't wait!
(Review # 13037)
- New Orleans Massage Parlor Dated Added: Wed Oct 26 2005 Submitted by: pjchamp
Bangkok Spa on Iberville: great place, $60.00 door fee and prices are negotiable. I paid $100.00 one time for a cbj and $20.00 another time for a hj. I'll be back there. Strip Club: right down the street from Bangkok Spa. Get v.i.p. and you will get full service. Must tip the girls. Here is a little advice: bring an extra condom b/c some of these girls allow multipops.
(Review # 12946)
- New Orleans Massage Parlor Dated Added: Wed Sep 28 2005 Submitted by: pjchamp
Bangkok Spa: I've been there a couple of times and have never had a bad experience. There is a $60.00 door fee and it cost me another $100.00 for cbj. I went there one time and paid the $60.00 door fee and got a hand job for $20.00. I will be going back. Strip club: there is a strip club down the street from Bangkok Spa that is full service. Get vip and tip the girl, and it is on. They provide you with a condom. Here is a tip: bring an extra condom b/c some of the girls will give multi-pops.
(Review # 12763)
- New Orleans Other Dated Added: Mon Sep 05 2005 Submitted by: big p
Bangkok Spa: Great! I've been a few times and have never been disappointed. 60 to enter and 100 for blowjob. One time I went and paid the 60 to enter and another 20 for a hand job.
Strip Club: There is a strip club on Iberville Street. If you get the V.I.P. and tip the girl, it is full service. I think it is like 150-200 for v.i.p. and an extra 50 or so for the girl. The girls here aren't ugly, and they aren't the best looking. They are more average. Every once in awhile, they have a couple of good-looking ones. I don't want to say the name of the club b/c I still like to go there. Oh, and bring an extra rubber. They will provide you with one, but if you have an extra, some of the girls will let you go more than once.
(Review # 12611)
- New Orleans Escort Review Dated Added: Sat Aug 06 2005 Submitted by: RON ; )
I contacted Beja from her ad on Craigslist. She promptly replied with her information and her web-site link. She happened to announce a "special" so I decided to email her back and make an appointment. I gave her my number to see what times would work....She seemed very friendly on the phone....She was coming to my hotel, downtown, and I met her in the lobby. All I can say is WOW....She is very attractive, much more than her pictures. She has an exotic beauty that I really love. Now guys, if you are looking for a skinny barbie doll, Beja is not your girl. I happen to like a woman with something to hang on to. Beja is just my type! If you're a boob man...then holy smokes...she is extremly well-endowed! Beja is very friendly, outgoing and bubbly. We got along really well.
As far as the service, I opted for the sensual massage. She had me strip and lie on my stomach. She too stripped and straddled my butt and legs. She has great hands and made sure she didn't miss any areas. She had me flip after a nice back and butt massage. There was a lot of slipping and sliding as she allowed my hands to roam freely....She seemed to enjoy herself as much as I did! I WAS THOROUGHLY RELAXED WHEN SHE LEFT. (I think she was too.) Beja was in no rush....Not a clock watcher. We had a great time and I'd see her again "in a heartbeat!"-- I recommend you forget the massage parlor and contact Beja, you won't be sorry. Erotic Massage: 1 hour, $120; 1/2 hour, $100. Email for an appointment: miss_beja@yahoo.com
(Review # 12336)
- The Big Easy Street Action Dated Added: Sat Jul 16 2005 Submitted by: Helping The Hobbyist Community
Here is a very extensive article on New Orleans that just came out, written by somebody who clearly has career goals other than journalism.
APPETITE FOR VICE.
They troll the shadows, the seamy underbelly of New Orleans. They're NOPD cops, and they're trying to dent the city's centuries-old reputation as a Gomorrah where sex has a price tag.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
By Trymaine D. Lee
Staff writer
It was not quite midnight in late June, humid and hot as it had been at noon.
[ Oh, dear god, somebody wants to be a novelist. The night was "sultry." Throw Momma From The Train. Etc.] Two New Orleans cops, friends since grade school, stood in the parking lot of a motel on Chef Menteur Highway, wrestling with a woman they just busted for trying to turn a cheap trick.
She had made a deal with an undercover vice squad cop: $25 and a beer for oral and vaginal sex. The haggard, street-worn woman was a far cry from the exotic courtesans of Storyville, the fabled red-light district that clinched the city's reputation for high-class whoredom a century ago. Needle tracks ran down her arms from her inner elbows to her wrists. "Many people in this lifestyle don't have a really long lifespan," said Sgt. Pat Jones, leader of the New Orleans Police Department's seven-member vice squad. "And you see so much of it you get a jaundiced view of the world. This changes you."
[ So you weren't ALREADY an insensitive prick?]
The woman pleaded her innocence as her feet were shackled and her cheetah-print dress wound its way up her thighs to her waist. "No sir, no sir, no sir! I didn't proposition nobody," she pleaded, wrenching her back and crumbling to the ground as officers pushed then dragged her into the back of a police cruiser.
"You have no right to take me to jail," she yelled, kicking.
[ She's right. At least morally]
"Calm down, ma'am, stop resisting arrest," said Jones' boyhood buddy and current commander, Capt. Tim Bayard, the officer who presides over both the vice squad and the NOPD's narcotics unit.
Her screams faded, then died as the squad car drove into the darkness. Another night, another bust.
"All this over a bulls- - - whore case," Bayard said, shaking his head. He admits he has grown weary of and numb to the prostitutes' sob stories. With three decades in the NOPD, Bayard said, he's heard the same excuses regurgitated over and over, every time a "working girl" or her male counterpart gets caught with pants down.
Many prostitutes don't take getting arrested too seriously. Prostitution in Louisiana and the rest of the nation, excluding Nevada where it is legal, is a misdemeanor. Even though Bayard said he sees Orleans Parish District Attorney Eddie Jordan seeking more prison time for habitual offenders, most are hit with a court date, a fine and then redirected to a drug-treatment program. Then they find their way back to the streets and back to their old tricks, Bayard said.
Jones said some of the prostitutes busted by the vice squad are neglected housewives yearning for attention or women whose boyfriends or husbands work the graveyard shift or are long-distance truckers. Others are broke, down on their luck or just unemployed. Many male prostitutes are more focused on robbery than sex.
But most prostitutes, of both sexes, he said, are junkies.
"You're not going to find Halle Berry out here," Jones said. "This is rock bottom."
Leave work at work
For cops working vice in a city such as New Orleans there are three rules: Never blow a case by making a suspect an offer before she or he has propositioned you, never compromise your integrity, and never ever take the war stories home to the wife and kids.
Because at the end of the day, all the officers have is the oath they swore to uphold, the brotherhood they share with the unit, and their families -- and you don't break those bonds for anything, members of the elite unit said. The officers of the squad asked not to be identified for this story.
"My guys got to be untouchable," Bayard said. "They got to be beyond reproach. Your credibility is worth more than anything; you lose your credibility, and you might as well quit."
With pockets full of cash, vice cops enter a sad, sometimes sinister underworld of sex and drug addiction on a daily basis. Corrupt cops before them have walked the thin line between roguishness and righteousness -- and fallen hard.
During the summer of 1988, the city's vice unit was merged with the narcotics unit. It was resurrected in 1992, and within a year, three officers, including the unit's commander, were indicted by a grand jury, accused of shaking down strip clubs in the French Quarter. Amid a brewing storm of allegations of corruption, the unit was shut down in February 1993. At least two officers were sentenced to jail.
"In the early to mid-1990s, the department of internal affairs was dysfunctional," said Anthony Radosti, vice president of the Metropolitan Crime Commission, an independent police watchdog group. "The good ol' boys tended to rule, and the department closed its eyes to problems."
The unit rose again in 1998.
"The temptations out there are far beyond imagination. [ I thought you said Halle wasn't out there? So she *is* out there, along with Mariah Carey's sister?] You have to have a solid commander, good rank, and you have to take the best guys you can find on the NOPD," Radosti said. He lauded Bayard and his officers for turning the once-corrupt organization into a sound, productive unit.
"Capt. Timmy Bayard is one of the best that the department has, and he runs a tight ship," Radosti said. "He doesn't allow or tolerate his officers misbehaving. . . . And Sgt. Jones is a good, solid guy." [ "Solid," he added, "Like ten rock solid inches of man meat, right in my black and blue sphincter. He really crossed my thin blue line, baby."]
Radosti said the MCC has never received a complaint about the vice unit under Bayard's nearly five-year watch.
Police Chief Eddie Compass said he expects the vice squad, like any other unit in the department, to keep clean. "A vice unit officer is no different from any other officer in the NOPD," Compass said. "We have to ensure, for the people we serve, that our officers are operating and maintaining at the highest levels of integrity."
Tied to the drug trade
In its current seven-member manifestation, the unit operates at only half the size it once was and is still budgeted to be.
In a city with an abundance of crime, no one pretends that prostitution is a plague comparable to murder. But police don't accept the argument that it is "victimless." Besides the degradation it inflicts on the men and women caught up in the life, Jones said prostitution is one of many cogs in the economic engine that drives the drug trade. And the drug trade is widely considered to be at the heart of the city's epidemic of violence and death.
That still leaves open to question whether vice squad measures to counter prostitution are having much of an effect. Squad members find themselves arresting some of the same prostitutes again and again. And, for every prostitute taken off the streets, temporarily or for good, another seems to pop up to take his or her place. In 2003, the vice unit made 895 arrests, including for prostitution, drugs and gambling. In 2004, it made 673. This year it has made about 350 for vice-related crimes in the city, according to police records.
"This is our nation's silent epidemic," said Anne Bissell, 42, a former prostitute and founder of Sex Industry Survivors, a nationwide network of support groups helping prostitutes get off the streets. "People think it's glamorous," Bissell said. They think of Heidi Fleiss, the so-called Hollywood madam, or the movie "Pretty Woman." The reality, Bissell said, is that "it's a very violent, ugly and depressing lifestyle." [ "Especially," she added, "when you get old, and your market value drops dramatically, and you have to become a consultant for the police or something just to maintain that same high level of income. And, god, the police I had to suck off for free, back in the day. They don't call this the Big Easy for nothing."]
Without continuing vigilance, Jones said, prostitution would be ubiquitous. "The problem would grow out of control, and there would be working guys and girls on each block, saturating some parts of the city."
Waiting to be propositioned
Sometimes things fall apart, Jones said, and that's usually when officers get "that feeling in your gut."
Prostitutes get it too, he said. But the prospect of quick cash usually cloaks their fears, he said, or at least dulls their senses long enough for the vice squad to swoop in and make an arrest before they realize what's happening.
"A lot of them see (mixing it up) with us as the price of doing business," Jones said, cruising down Tulane Avenue in an unmarked car with tinted windows. Jones' car is one of the squad's four unmarked NOPD vehicles that -- always with a marked patrol car in close proximity -- roll through the city streets hunting hookers.
When a streetwalker and an undercover officer make eye contact, the prostitute will wave down the officer, Jones said. Once he or she is in the car, the officer waits for the prostitute to make a specific sexual offer and set a price. An officer can never initiate the deal, Jones said -- that would be entrapment. There are no wires or hidden cameras, just an officer's integrity to keep the situation on the up and up, Bayard said. After a prostitute makes a deal, an officer secretly signals the squad, and the members converge on the scene.
"The (prostitutes) usually have no idea what's going on," Jones said.
But sometimes the signal doesn't come quickly enough, and a vice cop, without his gun, is alone with someone considered to be desperate at best, violent at worst. In the 1970s, police also had to worry about the pimps who ran the show, police said. They were glitzy and ruthless, and they put the burden of the sex trade squarely on the backs of their prostitutes while they collected the cash.
Bayard and Jones agreed that things have changed. The pimps are largely gone, along with their big hats and Cadillacs, minks and pinkie rings.
"The girls in the street are more independent now," Bayard said. "For the most part, they're making their own money." With the prostitutes mostly out for themselves, they guard their freedom with a feisty will, sometimes augmented by a weapon. It makes life more risky for the vice squad.
"These guys are picking up men and picking up women, each time putting their lives on the line," Jones said.
On some nights, the squad uses female police officers from outside the squad to arrest men who solicit them for sex. During the operation last week, the squad arrested four men for solicitation of prostitution, including one juvenile.
A dangerous business
Jones told about a 5-foot-10-inch, 230-pound drag-queen prostitute whom officers picked up one night who was all man underneath his outfit -- and all business. After asking if the undercover was a cop, "he looked the officer square in the eye and warned him that if he was a cop there was going to be serious trouble," Jones said. A deal was brokered, and the undercover officer made the signal. During the arrest, officers found a loaded 9 mm pistol in the transvestite's purse, Jones said.
"There's no doubt in my mind that he would've used it," Jones said.
[ The tranny was packing a loaded pipe? I bet Jones mouth waters at the very thought]
Many male prostitutes are more dangerous than their female counterparts. Some are common thugs who would rather "rob you than perform a sex act on you," Jones said. Officers in the unit said some of the men they've arrested for prostitution have rap sheets filled with armed robbery, narcotics and assault charges. They strut through the city's public housing complexes acting like thugs, Jones said, but when the johns come calling, they're in and out of cars performing sex acts for money.
When the sex trade and the law collide, it's usually disturbing, pathetic, heart-wrenching, or all three, officers on the vice beat said.
"Some of the guys make fun of me because I actually feel bad for some of the ones we arrest," a vice officer said, sporting a chin-straplike beard and an oversize polo shirt. "It's the bottom of the line for them; you have guys your father's age willing to (have oral sex) with another man for a piece of crack."
"I've made deals with women to have sex for chicken platters, fish platters, even Chinese food," another officer said, moments after a takedown on Baronne Street.
"It's kind of foul, but you get used to it," another undercover officer chimed in. "It's the dance we do. That's the game you have to play with them."
Except Jones, who has served 30 years with the NOPD, the other members of the squad are relatively young, in their late 20s and 30s, and look more like a motley bunch of fraternity guys playing cops and robbers than real officers. Jones calls them the "youngsters," the "kids," though all are married with children and armed with enough street smarts and experience to know that working vice is anything but child's play.
It takes a certain kind of cop to work the beat, but members of the vice crew said their participation in the unit is neither a beginning nor an end in their career, simply an exclamation point. The squad has basically stayed intact for the past four years. The only time officers leave the group is when they are promoted, land an easier job in the department or take a job with another law enforcement agency, Jones said.
"A lot of officers might not be able to handle doing what we do or want to do what we do," a vice officer said. "But I could do this forever."
Jones said each of the men in the unit was handpicked, has a proven record in plainclothes district work and a clean record with the feds and their district commanders.
"We're a small unit but we're tight," one of the guys said. "We're like brothers." [ "We even sleep in the same bed," he giggled.]
"Nothing is more important to me or any of these guys than going home to your family at night," Jones said. "That's why when you go home, you leave this stuff out here. You don't ever bring the job home with you. You don't ever bring home the war stories.
"It's enough for a wife to know that you're going to work every day and putting your life on the line" without her having to hear the stuff that goes on in the streets, he said.
'I just give massages'
It was 11:15 p.m., and a woman was standing almost naked in a plush hotel room in the French Quarter. Dark trails of mascara streaked her pale, freckled face. An hour earlier, an undercover cop posing as an out-of-town business executive in the city for a "safety engineers convention," had called an escort service and ordered a thin, busty blonde. Instead, he got Jennifer, a 29-year-old redhead with a chunky midsection and years of hard living written in wrinkles, stretch marks and cellulite on her breasts, thighs and behind.
"I just give massages," she said, shielding her heavy breasts with crossed forearms. Her green-satin thong panties were pulled awkwardly above her naval.
"And what were you going to do with this condom?" Bayard asked. His men masked their smirks by asking the woman's age, name and address. "What were you going to do? Put it on your hand and massage the lubricant into his back?" Bayard asked, glancing at the officer lying on the bed wearing a pair of droopy white boxer briefs.
Jennifer grabbed a bustier from the floor, then a pair of tight black pants, and went into the bathroom.
Jones said that for such services, a john calls an escort service and pays it a $75 finder's fee. The agency gives the call girl the client information, and she calls the john to arrange the "date." The girl or guy -- whichever the john ordered -- gets a "tip," usually $200 to $400. The agency stays just far enough outside of the deal to avoid legal repercussions if its "contractors" get busted for prostitution. Convenient ignorance, Jones called it.
Jennifer emerged from the bathroom moments later and sat down on the edge of the bed closest to the door.
"I didn't plan on doing this long," she said, smearing mascara into a black puddle on her right cheek as she wiped away the tears.
She said she got into the business 10 years ago at the urging of a man she was dating. She was a young woman then, childless and nurturing a drug habit that she said grew more demanding each day. Now, she is a single mother of three -- and lives with her mother, who thinks she's "just dancing." With the help of the escort service, Jennifer said, she lands about two tricks a night at $300 each.
"It never ceases to amaze me how they'll just get in a car or go to a hotel room with a stranger," said the officer who made the case against Jennifer. "One of these guys could just kill you and stuff you in the closet and disappear."
Back on the street
Later that night, another escort, who called herself Kim, lamented that "this isn't how my life was supposed to be." But after a 12-year marriage and a rough divorce a year ago, Kim said, she began working for the service to make ends meet. "I just wasn't making it on my own," she said. Kim fared better than Jennifer did that night; police were unable to build a case against her -- she was free to go.
"She just wouldn't talk," the undercover officer reported to Bayard. She was probably tipped off after Jennifer's arrest less than 45 minutes earlier, Bayard said.
The undercover officer said Kim received a call on her cell phone not long after she arrived. She responded to a voice on the other end with a suspicious "yes, OK, yes," the officer said. But Kim stayed in the hotel with the stranger nonetheless, as though pondering whether to take a chance on him being a cop, Bayard said.
Jones said many of the escort services with listed numbers are simply fronts for a common business operating under a string of different names, with calls forwarded from the different numbers to a conjoined set of phone lines. When a woman gets arrested, word spreads quickly, and the others close down until the coast is clear, Jones said. [ "Their solidarity," Jones said, grimly. "Cannot be broken by our oppression."]
Walking from the hotel and down the block, Kim, with her seemingly swollen lips and exaggerated pout, maintained that she was there only to perform a massage -- a nude, $400-an-hour massage. She said she performs the service a few times a week to support her growing family and the note on the late model Ford Escalade she had parked around the corner. The money is the best part, she said. The constant fear is the worst.
Later, back in the hotel room, the undercover officer got dressed, pulled a chair up to a desk and began dialing.
"Yeah, I'd like some company for the evening," he said into the phone. "Yes, I would. A brunette."
Bookstore bust
Deep within the dark, crowded adult bookstore on Chef Menteur Highway, men gather for indiscriminate, often unprotected sex. It's a 24-hour, seven-day-a-week haven, and though the sex is consensual and free, the acts are illegal because they're being done in a public place, officers said.
One afternoon last month, all seven undercover vice officers descended on the store, entering two at a time. They walked to a glass counter, paid a $5.50 cover charge and strolled to a corridor in the back. Pushing through a swinging saloon-style door, the officers entered a dark theater and an adjoining maze of booths.
At least a dozen men were sitting watching sex scenes on a large, wall-mounted television screen. Many were masturbating or fondling the man next to them. They were black, white, young and old, some with the look of executives, others disheveled.
After the officers' eyes adjusted to the darkness, they split up. A couple of them stood against the wall of the theater. Others moseyed through the maze of booths, peeking over slight wooden doors. The booths had benches, small televisions with Plexiglas covers playing X-rated videos and an orange-size "glory hole" drilled in the walls dividing booth from booth.
Police said when a man wants "action" he'll swipe his hand across the hole. If the person in the neighboring booth is interested, he'll offer himself to the stranger.
A constant stream of patrons lurched in and out of booths and chairs. As the vice unit members crept through, they remembered faces and illegal acts. Soon the officers pulled out their badges and marched those engaged in "lewd" behavior out of the store. A line of eight to 10 men stood calmly against the store's orange siding with their heads down, as a light rain danced from the building's roof.
The officers handed out summonses that would cost the men a few hundred dollars each.
One middle-age customer with a salt-and-pepper beard said he was "hoping to meet a couple to play with." His wife and family have no idea that he likes to have sex with men, he said. One clean-cut, executive-looking customer with rosy, pockmarked cheeks, signed his summons and sped off in a late model Cadillac CTS. Another, dressed in khaki shorts and chocolate-brown loafers, passed the lineup nonchalantly and strolled from the club to his pickup truck.
"I think it's the anonymity they like," an officer said, squeezing a bottle of hand sanitizer into his palm. "That they don't know who's in the booth next to them."
"You saw it in there," Jones said. "Like they were zombies, like 'Night of the Living Dead.' "
Bourbon Street
Hookers on Bourbon Street are a different breed of streetwalker, the squad members said. They tend to charge a few hundred dollars more than a Chef Highway "crack whore" and are more discriminating, they said. Some will avoid black johns and focus their attentions on the white men who look like they might be from out of town, Bayard said.
"Y'all looking for a good time?" a slender, smooth-skinned 20-year-old asked Bayard at about 2:15 a.m. "Yes, we are," he said. "My friend here is from New Jersey. We're safety engineers in town for the convention." After a few blocks of walking together, she asked whether Bayard had a hotel room. He said yes, told her where and hailed a cab from the corner.
"Two hundred dollars each," she said. "Y'all got that, right?" she asked with a grin before hopping inside.
Smiling, she suggested that Bayard stop at one of the adult video stores and pick up one of the movies in which she said she'd performed. She said she originally was from Wisconsin and that after a stint in California, she had flown into New Orleans a few days earlier to work awhile in the French Quarter.
After cooing to one of the men that she couldn't wait to have sex with him, she paused to ask if he was sure he wasn't a cop.
Moments later, the purr faded from the young woman's voice and the dollar signs vanished from her wide, brown eyes as Bayard told the cabby their destination. A local hotel? Not tonight. He ordered the driver to proceed directly to the 8th District police station.
Inside the French Quarter station, an officer led the young woman to a bench and sat her down alongside another prostitute arrested that morning. Before Bayard walked out of the station, she looked over and silently mouthed a question: "Why? Why did you do this to me?"
Those are the breaks, he said, strolling back out onto the streets.
(Review # 12050)
- New orleans Street Action Dated Added: Fri Jun 10 2005 Submitted by:
The best way still to find a girl in New Orleans is to roam Bourbon Street after ten at night. Look for single girls who usually make eye contact. It may take a while. My personal experience is to hang about one or two blocks off of Canal on Bourbon Street. She will let you know if she is interested. If you have a room close by the cost for an evening is very reasonable. Also, for a good massage try the oriental spas on Chef Mentor road, east of New Orleans and near Chalmente. They are reasonable and much better than the one in the French Quarters. (Review # 11734)
- New Orleans Massage Parlor Dated Added: Submitted by: Billy
Bangkok - Do Not Go Here! Trust me buddies, this place is a major ripoff! I went there in April 2005 and it was the worst experience I ever had. "Kelly" greeted me and was hot but a real bitch. She took my money, rubbed my back for 5 minutes (horrible massage) then rubbed my dick for 5 minutes and stopped. It was bad. I didn't even cum. I would rather have a crack whore or gay before I go back there. Don't fall for this.
(Review # 11352)
- New Orleans Street Action Dated Added: Fri Dec 24 2004 Submitted by: The Boss
The best French Quarter action, by far, is with female tourists. A certain amount of luck is required and charm, of course, but middle-aged guys can get laid for free. Go with a friend or two and connect with a similar group of women. But then, sometimes, there is the desperation of being alone as it gets late. While parts of Bourbon St. are lively well past 2:00, keep an eye out for women alone. A few look down at the street and walk quickly, I guess headed home after work or back to the hotel after dumping the drunk b/f. Friendly and alone probably means a working girl. I met Brandi in one of the dance clubs in the middle of the area, the clubs all look alike to me. When she caught my eye like that, I figured I may as well throw away some cash. She didn't mind how freely I moved my hands so I knew there would be business. She took me to a gay bar, just off Bourbon to talk business - we agreed on $100- and then went to the one video booth joint on Bourbon St. Brandi was the sort of chubby I like to call voluptuous, middling decent looks and pretty charming for a whore. Very free with good advice about watching for the creeps that are on the prowl in the quarter. The booth was plenty roomy, but it would have been nice if it had a chair or stool. Still, it worked. As I paid her, she asked for $120, instead of $100, and I was agreeable. She got naked and did a good bbbj, then stuck her butt up for a doggie style fuck. But that was the time for the only negative. She said, "Hey, give me another $20." Things were going very well so I was happy to throw away the money, but she wanted it then! It wasn't enough that I said I'd pay it, but let's keep fucking. I was able to reach my $$$, but she'd done bad things to my motivation. After fucking a few more minutes without much progress, I finished by jerking off. She helped, but I did it better than she did. That stupid delay made the difference and dropped the experience from being a 7+ to a mere 6. Other than that, Brandi was well worth it. One bit of advice she gave was to ignore the skag whores on Bourbon St. as I walked back to my hotel. She was right. I was approached 2-3 times and saw a few others. It was about 4:00 then. According to Brandi, the pros come out really late to scoop up the horny tourists who couldn't get laid for free. I'll say again that the female tourists are much, much better than the pros. The next night, I got a great HJ on the packed dance floor from a hot 40ish blonde whose husband didn't want to dance. The loser sat at the bar while I finger fucked his wife. That beat full sex with Brandi by a mile. (Review # 10648)
- Street Action Dated Added: Thu Sep 09 2004 Submitted by: Old Fart
Visited New Orleans a couple of weeks ago and got lucky. Was walking through the Quarter on the way back from dinner at about 10pm. Turned off Bourbon onto Iberville and practically ran into a girl in a short skirt. Early 20's, 5'7", dark hair, slim, great legs, "Ashley" tattooed on her lower back. Started a conversation, and she immediately started questioning me to make sure I wasn't a cop. Worked out the arrangement, walked to my hotel, and got down to it. Let her get on top and watch her do her thing - you won't be disappointed. Will definitely call her up next time I'm in town. (Review # 10078)
- New Orleans Street Action Dated Added: Sat Jul 03 2004 Submitted by: HelpingTheHobbyistCommunity
For what it's worth...a New Orleans police officer was arrested in late June for forcing prostitutes to have sex with him or go to jail. With other scandals in the department, local media are saying there is a "cancer" in the New Orleans Police Department. Gee, I guess that show COPS missed all this when they filmed a show in New Orleans. Well, watch out...New Orleans cops are now widely reputed to be corrupt, so you can expect them to be mean. (Review # 9501)
- New Orleans Strip Club Review Dated Added: Sat May 22 2004 Submitted by: Anon
I was in New Orleans recently for vacation. After a night of striking out at the bars, I decided to head into this strip club called Temptations off of Bourbon Street. After a few minutes I was approached by one of the strippers. She was 5' 6" mid thirties, blond with a cute face and rockin body.
She asked if I wanted a private dance and I said yes. She said it was $200 for 1/2 hour and $400 for an hour. Now I'm used to $20 lap dances where the girl just rubs on you. I asked her how happy I would be for $200 and she said very happy. She takes me back to the private room and says that its $200 for the room for half hour and for another $300 she would lick my cock and jerk me off.
I thought this was a lot of money for a glorified hj, but at that point my dick was making the decisions. I shelled out the money and the fun began. She took her top off to reveal her breasts. They were D's real nice and a good shape. She let me fondle them and suck them as she was working on willy. I stripped to my boxers and sat on the coach. She pulled my boxers off and proceeded with a nice tongue lashing of my cock. Lots of ball rubbing too. The hand job was nice and firm with enough licking to keep the shaft lubed. I must have shot my load about 5 feet in the air cause it landed on both of us. She helped me clean up and sent me on my way. All in all a good experience. (Review # 9151)
- Massage Parlor Dated Added: Sun Apr 27 2003 Submitted by:
Visited the BANGKOK SPA on Iberville twice, just a few blocks from Bourbon Street, and had mixed experiences. Sixty dollar door fee, paid $60 more for massage. It may have been the lighting in the place, I'm not sure what it was, but it took me a long time to cum, at least, longer than usual. It also may have been the doorbell going off every few minutes, the place is open 24 hours a day. The girl complained some, this is really a "hurry up and cum" kind of place.~~~~I made the mistake of going back the next day. I got a different girl, but she got frustrated when I couldn't cum after just a few minutes. I think the doorbell going off from time to time there makes me lose my concentration. She jerked me off for about 20 minutes, but I couldn't cum. She was complaining after the first 10 minutes, then kept complaining. Then we talked for about 5 minutes before she tried it again. It was heaven and hell, but then, she finally just gave up when I couldn't cum. She complained that some men pop immediately, and that I wasn't paying that much so it wasn't worth it to her. Because they are just a few blocks from major hotels, they have many business men going through who tip them $200 immediately, no questions asked and no discussion. ~~ ~~Well, okay, but I was more interested in spreading out the $250 I had put aside to cum twice. Which I didn't get in the end. I'm not complaining about the place, just putting out the word that you may get rushed while you are there and the women at the place are expecting big bucks from the guys coming through.~~ (Review # 7148)
- Travel Report Dated Added: Wed Mar 19 2003 Submitted by: Panama Red
N.O.'s weekly paper "The Gambit" lists surprisingly few options for escort/massage, for a city of such a substantial size and wicked reputation. Same with the phone book. I did not try any of the places, opting instead to try to cruise for ladies in bars and on the street. No luck, but sure fun trying.~~~~Also, did not see any pro's working obviously on Bourbon Street. The streets/sections they do work are probably not the best for drunken tourists to cruise.~~~~But in the meantime, laissez les bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!)~~ (Review # 6967)
- Escort Review Dated Added: Tue Oct 29 2002 Submitted by: deep
Walked up and down Bourbon street feeling dark and perverted when I saw Mellisa near the Hustler Club, she was a red head with a great body about 17 or 18. She ranked about a 7 but to me, right then she was a 10, I was shaking I was so horney. She was looking down at the ground when I walked up to her. Her eyes confidently gazed up at me and she smiled and said want some company. Fuck yea I thought ! She asked me for a dollar then stoped at a busy corner store for a condom with lube. The walk was long to my hotel and our conversation was a bit akward at times. When we finally got to the room I laid the money on the table and I helped her off with her pants. What a nice ass and shaved pussy. Like all prostitutes, she went to the bathroom and I started the hidden camera. When she returned, I reached over to squeez her ass and it was as firm and sexy as a perv like me likes. Her skin was innocently soft and silky white. Her labia were plump and pink, pink without a flaw. She slipped a condom on me, which I wanted because I am married, the when I was ready and acting for the camera, I sliped it inside her, I humped this little nuggett and she rotated her hips like the girls in High School use to when they liked it. I blew my load and now jerk off to her memorie and her video. She told me she reads this so I just want you to know honey, I am comming again soon. (Review # 6361)
- Massage Parlor Dated Added: Sun Oct 13 2002 Submitted by: chuck
Visited the BANGKOK SPA on Iberville about two weeks ago. Had a good time. Sixty dollar door fee followed by the usual light massage followed by an offer for "extra". Got BBHJ for $40. Tried to do back this past weekend but they were too busy and told me to come back tomorrow. Only 3 girls working. (Review # 6278)
- New Orleans Street Action Dated Added: Sat Apr 27 2002 Submitted by: vozz
Street action is good in the French Quarter. First night in town I made eye contact with a young redhead (19-22 years old). Didn't go right up to her then. I chose to watch her for a while. she was alone. After a couple of hours of watching girls flash for beads I started back to the hotel. I saw the same girl again. She was talking to a guy in front of a hotel. I hung out and waited. She left him and came over to me and asked if I was waiting for anyone. I told her no then she asked if I wanted some company. I told her I was staying a t the Hilton which was several blocks away. ~~
~~She said that was fine and told me she would need a "donation" of $150.00. This is about the same as the massage parlors so I agreed. She was very nice looking about a 7 out of 10 with red hair which was natural. She stopped and bought condoms and we went back to the hotel. I gave her the money and she got undressed. Nice body but she did have a lot of tattoos. She told me that was her other job. I looked her over no track marks or bruises. Very clean and shaved. Nice firm young tits. She gave me head without a condom. Her tongue was pierced so it was really nice. ~~
~~ Then she slipped a condom on and told me to get on top. We fucked for a while then she gave me a hand job to finish. Other than her cell phone kept ringing and she seemed in a bit of a hurry it was a real nice time. She says her name is Melissa but she has Laura -n- Jimmy tattooed on her back and Strawberry tattooed on her left ass cheek. I saw her again a couple nights later back down on Bourbon street in the same place. I didn't go up to her but I tried to call her cell later that night but couldn't get her. If you’re on Bourbon look for her around the Hustler club. Good Luck and remember always wear a rain coat with these girls~~ (Review # 5353)
- NEW ORLEANS Massage Parlor Dated Added: Fri Mar 01 2002 Submitted by: CATMAN
BANGKOK SPA was raided girls and customers were taken to jail. Many girls left town. The police now watch BANGKOK SPA with video cameras!!! BE VERY CAREFUL (Review # 5110)
- NEW ORLEANS Street Action Dated Added: Wed Feb 27 2002 Submitted by: BIG TONEY
Hey wassup I’m here let everybody know that the street action in new Orleans is very much alive. All you have to do is go to the French quarter and drive up dauphine st. And Iberville st. And the streets crossing bourbon st.. Some are hookers and some are escorts. That's a big difference because hookers prices might be cheaper than the escorts price. ~~ I pick-up an escort in Quarter, she was from NYC and her name was honey. She was a nice lil light skinned 27yr old and she was so fine and pretty, nice ass nice breast just right. It cost me $100 for a blowjob I could have got it for $75 too. Her rates she said was $150 half hr and $200 a hr. ~~ (Review # 5105)
- New Orleans Massage Parlor Dated Added: Mon Jan 07 2002 Submitted by: Whisper75605
I inquired a lot about providers for N.O. before going and got little info so here is my report. I hope all of those reading will report both wins and losses as they endeavor to find "The Best".~~
~~~~My first contact was a disaster. Several years ago I picked up a great blond in the morning in the French quarter so I thought I'd try that again. Driving through the less commercialized area, a tall, slender brunette was walking down the street and waved. I made the block and pulled over next to her. She got in and said she needed $ for her rent. We went to her hotel (very cheap "by the week" hotel). She needed half up front for the innkeeper. When we got to her room she asked for the rest. I gave it to her. Took our coats off. She immediately took unzipped my pants and started an aggressive bbbj. Man I thought this was gonna be great. To make a long story short, by the time we got to underwear, I realized that there was more down there than I had bargained for. The F**k**g girl was a guy in drag. Man I couldn't believe it. I'd heard about it happening to others before but was surprised none the less. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I don't drink a whole lot, never in the morning. But this morning it took a couple of Crown & cokes to make me feel clean again.~~
~~~~I used to live in East New Orleans so that afternoon I did some exploring to see how things had changed since I had been there. Driving out the Chef Highway, I passed a massage parlor called Hong Kong Health Club in the 9100 block. There an attractive oriental woman named Sunny took me into a room. The door fee was $60. After an imitation massage, I told her what I wanted. $$$ is what she asked for and I told here the only way I could pay that is if she would act like my girlfriend. She assured me she would and boy did she. I've never had a provider ask me to slow down, don't rush, but she did. French kissing, aggressive deep bbbj, daty, 69, CFS. While 69, I though she was going to smother me. I would have to pull back for air occasionally. She was great and I'm going back to see her next time.~~
~~~~I had done some research on the web before I went and on the next morning I tried contacting some of my picks. I'm amazed at how difficult it was to connect with them. My first pick was Dari she had been out late the night before and would not be available until late that ~~afternoon. Several of the phone numbers did not answer.
~~ I finally called Taylor from Bayou-Babes.com , and made arrangement to meet at a small hotel off of Rampart and Elysian Fields. About 15 minutes later, I received a call from a lady who said it was an agency and that they had told her just to tell me that she was Taylor. She said she didn't want to lie, that she didn't need to, that she would meet me and she was sure I'd be happy with her. She described herself as 5'7, 115lbs and long blond hair. I thought it was great that she was strait with me and told her so. I've had to many switches in Las Vegas and I usually just send them away when they try that crap. I think her name was Angela. She is a very attractive blonde and she is from Canada. (I could pick up a little of her accent so I asked). We had a great time for $$$ plus the hotel room. She said she normally didn't do bbbj but I looked ok so she did. (And boy did she). bbbj, cfs, multi position.~~
~~~~I was leaving the next morning and had a couple of hours free so I decided to try Bangkok Spa behind the Marriott. ~~ I had read mixed reviews on it and the first time I went the girl at the door looked pretty bad so I asked for Jo Ann (see Hornyboy's review at http://www.worldsexguide.com/guide/North_America/United_States/Louisiana/New_Orleans).~~She wasn't available so I left. This time however I got a young attractive lady who played well. $60 at the door, $$ upstairs, and I will be back. Fake massage, bbbj, cfs, a lot of romping and multi position. A great time, you just have to be willing to skip if you get an ugly one at the door.~~~~Keep On Seekin'~~ (Review # 4878)
- New Orleans Massage Parlor Dated Added: Sat Aug 04 2001 Submitted by: The Spyder
Was in New Orleans a few weeks ago and was staying at a hotel next to the Bangkok Spa. I figured out it was probably an erotic massage parlor and snuck over there early (6am) to see what it had to offer. I buzzed in and was greeted at the door by a 30 something, not bad looking, Asian girl, dressed in lace nightgown and panties. I knew then and there that I was in for it. $60 got me in. Was taken to a room and left alone to strip naked and lie on the table. I put the towel over me and I lay on my stomach. When she came back in, the towel came off immediately and she offered me FS right away. She asked for double to triple the entrance fee. I gave her $100 instead, which was good enough for her. She stripped naked, let me fondle her breasts, massage her pussy and she jumped into sucking my cock with all she had (with condom). She was awesome! She got on the table and we 69d for a while. She turned around and took me in deep. I came like a racehorse. If ever I'm back in New Orleans, I'll be bringing extra cash. (Review # 4102)
- New Orleans Massage Parlor Dated Added: Thu Jun 14 2001 Submitted by: Jack
I think that I have ventured to every new Orleans massage parlor and believe that Hawaii spa is one of the worst. I came up there and there were only two women working. one of which who was really old like in her early forties and the other was in her late twenties. well, I went with the younger girl and she was bathing me and every thing was fine and dandy. she gave me a massage then she went to turn me over and was stroking me. all the while, asking me if I want the full, I said that I am satisfied with what I am getting at the moment. that's when everything turned sour. she stopped being friendly wiped me up and said I was finished. no stress relief what so ever. I offered her 60 more dollars for a hand job. so I that would bring the grand total to 120, but she said no and demanded another 100. I was like whatever got dressed and left. I suggest if you are going to try Hawaii spa be ready to spend a hideous amount of cash for ass that isn't worth it. (Review # 3752)
- New Orleans Street Action Dated Added: Sun Jan 21 2001 Submitted by: Rex
Contrary to popular belief, New Orleans is not the wide-open city many believe. With the exception of Mardi Gras, the city is pretty chaste, really. Don't look for hookers on Bourbon Street. There you may find some action via certain bars and seedy strip joints but chances are much better that you won't. If you do they're almost always a rip-off. Burgundy Street, in the north end of the Quarter, is a dark narrow street at night and its lower numbered blocks sometimes harbor prostitutes. Beware, though, since many of these are transvestites. Don't bother looking for the fabled legal red light district of Storyville, it closed in 1917 and was long ago leveled for a housing project (many tourists seem to think it still exists. Today more fertile grounds are found on Tulane Avenue (ironically, especially near Broad Street in front of the Criminal Courts Bldg!) and up toward Jeff Davis Parkway on Tulane Ave., also between Jeff Davis and Carrollton Ave., but you have to keep your eyes open; they are not abundant. It usually takes a couple of drives up Tulane and back to spot the hookers. Daytime, around dusk, is usually best, night not so great.
Another location is Airline Hwy. Around the motels beginning with the London Lodge area and at int4ervals for several miles going west. Often one must drive slowly into the motel court itself. The Circle K near the London Lodge is sometimes a hangout for prostitutes in the evening. Other occasional hot spots for street action: In front of Mason's Motel on Claiborne Ave., along Baronne St. in the vicinity of Thalia and along toward uptown to Jackson Ave., and on Chef Menteur Hwy (not the safest area), where, again, one often must drive into the motel courts -- slowly -- and look around for cautiously emerging women. Always let the woman initiate any mention of sexual services and always ask if she is law-enforcement. Cops can lie but the lie can often be detected. There isn't much street action in the Quater, on Canal, in the CBD, or in any heavily tourist-oriented areas. The police have done their jobs there. Escort services abound, however, and big hotel lobbies often become the base of operations for call girls during conventions and the tourist season. Watch for chicks on cell phones just hanging around. It is safest not to approach them, however -- just call around to the services. Rates and services are pretty much boiler plate as in other cities. For street hookers the rates vary: I've had full for $30 and BJ only for $50. Average is full for $50. Most on the street are drug users but most do not require condoms and won't have any. If you're a risk taker, go for it, otherwise take your own! (Review # 3022)
- Travel Report Dated Added: Tue Sep 26 2000 Submitted by: MadVex
Stay away from the "Dark Den" on Bourbon. This place is a Bigtime Scam with a 5$ per person cover. It's located across the street from the PAZOOZS club in an upstairs dark and dingy hole that looks like an amusement park haunted house in the downstairs entranceway. Upstairs you will find gold-toothed hustlers looking to rip-off drunken and unaware travelers looking for some good clean pr0n fun. Be forewarned and beware - this place is a full on rip-off. Avoid it - period. (Review # 2457)
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