Purple Kiss, part 2

Continued...
Naked and covered in cum, I followed Tiffany into the mansion. “How many people live here?” I asked in amazement.
“There are sixteen of us right now,” Tiffany said. “Just think of me as Hugh Hefner, and this is my playboy mansion.”
A gigantic set of double doors swung open as we approached the entrance. I followed her through them and into the foyer. She swung her hips seductively back and forth as we went. I was once again reminded of my vulnerability as I watched her walk with my clothes tucked tightly under her right arm.
Staircases leading to the second story were on each side of the grand room. They wound toward each other and met in the middle creating a balcony that overlooked the downstairs. In the center of the room, hanging on the wall below the balcony, was a large canvas painting of the same purple lips that had drawn my attention to Tiffany's bar.
I followed her past one of the staircases as she made a left and entered a large living room. Six beautiful women were sitting in the living room watching what appeared to be a reality tv show. Four were snuggled up on a large black couch, while one lay across another's lap in an oversized plush, dark purple chair that reminded me of a throne.
“I hope you're not tired cumslut,” Tiffany leaned back and whispered in my ear. “Hi girls! I brought home a treat,” she announced to the room.
One of them quickly turned the television off as they all turned to look at Tiffany with bright smiles. I felt their eyes on me, looking me up and down. My cock twitched with nervous excitement, and I immediately felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment. I diverted my gaze to the floor to avoid their lust filled eyes.
“You need to clean yourself up cumslut,” she told me loud enough for them all to hear. “There is a showering room upstairs. Just head up the first staircase, make a left and go through the first door you come to. Go on now, quickly.”
She slapped me on the ass hard enough to make me jump. I could hear the girls giggling and whispering to each other as I turned and exited the living room. As I began ascending the staircase, the front door opened and the girls from the bar entered the house.