Riding the Lakefront Part 2

The note on the car was a reminder of my situation. Imagine me not cooperating. Imagine me blowing them off. What would they do? I sat there dazed....overwhelmed. Trying to collect my thoughts...How do I go home stinking of piss, all the filth of my outfit from laying on the floor...what would I do to explain my situation to anyone that saw me. The phone rang...
"BTW bitch....we videotaped our session. You talk to ANYONE and I mean ANYONE about this...and we release the tape to every fucking adult outlet on the face of this fucking earth. Porn star overnight! We send copies to your neighbors. In a short time, we will know more about you than you ever dreamed possible. Then, any slipups and well, it won't be our fault that everyone knows what a fucking whore you are. Understand?"
'Oh, my god!' Videotaped?
"BITCH! ANSWER ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? or shall we demonstrate what we mean? Let's see..you have neighbors at 26555 named Anderson, right? Two women! Think they want to see this session? NOW YOU KNOW WE MEAN BUSINESS! SO?????????"
"i understand...please...no...don't do anything with that...."
"NOW BITCH....do you understand that we own you til we see fit to dump you? Do you understand that we now have ourselves a cracker whore. Do you understand that we now have a cracker whore sex toy that we can use anytime/anywhere? You like parties, don't you whore? You like being the center of attention, don't you whore? Well, Saturday night, two weeks from now, you be gonna be that center of attention. 7:30pm...and we will tell you what to wear/how to dress...got that skank?"

My head was spinning...how would I explain all these sudden changes in my routine.
"BITCH! FUCKING ANSWER ME!You are tempting me to release this stuff...by your fucking ignoring my questions. So, here is the deal, Cunt. Answers better come more quickly and what we want to hear or the Anderson girls...whom I assume are lesbians and don't know this side of you YET...