Hmm, I was a call girl in the 90s, so…no internet. I put ads, with a picture, in the local sex paper that was distributed in various sex-related businesses.

They called my pager and I called them.

As far as the money went, I advised them that they were obliged to donate x number of dollars, in cash, to my “rent fund”, for a certain amount of time spent with them, at their location. Travel time was deducted from the time available to them.

Occasionally a prospective client would question me, pushing me to agree on a specific sex-act for a specific amount of money,(click! do not call list).

I usually talked to the men for ten or fifteen minutes, carefully evaluating them. If I heard anything that I didn’t like, even a wrong tone of voice, I hung up and put their number on my “do not call” list. There were so many pages, every day, 24/7, that I simply worked when I felt like it, or just needed a little more money. This was in San Diego. My working name was, “Honey”.

I expected to be paid, just inside the door, before entering the room all the way.

I never had a problem with any of them, other than them wanting me to move in with them, or the one who wanted to take the large boat we were on, in the marina, out into the ocean 😂. I told him no, and left immediately…I don’t think that he had anything nefarious planned. He was too drunk to be dangerous, but….🙄 I guess it was a yacht… 60 or 70 feet, but no.

Your advice is good 😊 I’m sure that working girls would agree…