Trouble in Paris.
In September 1999 I decided to have a week in Paris on my own. I stayed in the Comfort Inn , Sacre Coeur. I explored the nearby red light district taking in the porn shops and cinemas and of course the Moulin Rouge. After a couple of days I plucked up courage to actually buy some videos and ventured upstairs to the clothes section. I saw exactly what I wanted – a black pvc mini skirt. I must have looked at them for ages when the assistant, a 6ft plus black male came across and ‘helped’ me. I didn’t understand the French sizes and died of embarrassment when he held it up to me and said it was my size.
I decided that I would go out dressed to a 'xxx' cinema that night wearing my new purchase. I am great at making plans, but a's the night wore on I was having serious doubts. Fuelled by the bottle of red wine I finally plucked up the courage to go – It was after 2 am when I finally tottered out of the hotel in my 4" sandals. Drink and high heels do not mix and I was having difficulty walking in them.
It took me about 15 minutes to get to the cinema using a route avoiding the main streets. When I got there I was nervous as hell. The man behind the counter didn’t bat an eyelid and showed me to the vast selection of videos to choose from. I chose a she-male one and followed him through the back to where the booths were. It was weird sitting there watching a 'xxx' video. I was surprised how busy the cinema was. It must have been after 3am when I left the cinema and headed back to my hotel.
I had just started walking up this narrow back street when I saw this man standing looking at me. He was in his twenties, black and very tall. He stopped me as I walked past and motioned towards his crotch (he didn’t speak English). I know it was a crazy thing to do, but I had always fantasised about being with a man. I indicated that I would go with him and he set off to try and find a place with me trailing behind him. He tried a few flat entrance doors, but they were all locked. Finally he found a gate which led into a yard. I followed him into the shadows.
He suddenly grabbed my handbag and started searching through it. I tried to protest, but he was much stronger than I was. He found my digital camera and fiddling around with it. He put it in his coat pocket. Again I protested and finally persuaded him to give it back to me in return for 400 francs.
When I reached the hotel I was shaking with fear and realised how lucky I had been.
Never again Lesson learned.
Belinda
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