Purple Kiss, part 3

“You are so sweet to please little Kelly like that,” Tiffany said when it was over.
“What do you do with these videos?” I asked feeling anxious.
“Oh, is that what's troubling you? Don't worry, cumslut, these are for our own private use, mostly.”
Two words in her sentence troubled me. I went with the one that had caught my attention first, “our?”
“Yes, every television in the house has access to all archived footage as well as live broadcasts. Simply type in a date, location code and time and ta-da,” she quickly typed in another string of numbers and I saw myself naked outside the bar getting into her car.
My mind flashed back to when I had first entered the house. I had been so nervous in front of the girls in the living room that I had thought they were watching some reality tv show. In a way I guess I had been right.
I could tell by her devilish look that she was just waiting for me to ask about the other word. I held off as long as I could, which equated to about fifteen seconds, “and what do you mean mostly?”
She drew in a long breath and held it, reviling in the suspense of the moment. When she was finally ready, she explained, “I only say mostly because that part is up to you. You see, if you keep being a good little cumslut then you won't have a problem. On the other hand, if you are rude or upset one of my girls, they each have the ability to send your broadcasts worldwide."
Kamikaze butterflies raged in my stomach as I imagined my friends and coworkers watching the videos that had been shot without my consent.
“I don't see that being an issue though,” Tiffany continued. “You've been such a good cumslut up to this point that I can't see how you would fail to please one of them. Hmmmn,” she groaned and stroked her cock. “I wish we had time to watch your escapade from the bar right now, but you still need to meet the rest of the girls.”
“Look, this has been great, better than great, but like I told you, I'm here on business. I have a meeting at nine in the morning.”