Some thoughts

"Pick your shit up and go home," you order, tucking your cock away and sitting down. "Remember what I've told you. You're my bitch now 'Blossom.'"

She wriggles in submissive happiness as she packs her laptop and changes of clothes into a backpack. This is one emotionally fucked up bitch, you think to yourself as you calculate how much money she can make you, either by paying you directly or by whoring.

And best of all there is very little chance of it coming back to you, at least in any provable way. The pictures were taken and stored on her phone, the ad posted from her laptop. If she was busted for prostitution she might rat you out but she's so evidently unstable that a denial from you would be entirely plausible.

And until that possibility occurred, you would reap the benefit of her submission. The bitch was born to be a whore, you think. Only her family's wealth had kept her from turning tricks so far, and now that she was enmeshed in your clutches, she took to the role of whore with greedy enthusiasm. And as a bonus, she was a fun little plump fuck, eager to please and willing to do anything you wanted. All in all, she's an excellent acquisition.