The plan was simple, risky, and had no guarantee of success. I had come to the opinion that this woman was a man-hater, and I suspected she would act ...his out in her lifestyle. There was only one way to find out. I proposed that each of us contribute up to a maximum of five hundred dollars and we would hire a private detective to follow her, and find out what we could about her private life. Eleven of the men I contacted agreed. Of those who didn’t, almost all of them had been left in a state. Vickie had to turn away so Heather didn’t see that she was ready to crack up.“If you had to choose between being gang-banged once a week by a dozen guys who used your mouth, cunt, and ass for a few hours and having sex with a woman, which would you choose?” he asked.“Neither,” she spat angrily after turning to glare at him.“Okay,” he replied pleasantly and left the room.He heard Vickie just after exiting the room. “You are so fucked. You didn’t listen to a thing I told you last night,” she said. It was more of just a formal dance. Suddenly someone slapped on my ass. I tried to look behind but then there was no one. My phone rang and it was Kailash. I realised it was his trick. He said that I should not look behind at all even if anyone does anything. In understood his plan. I moved away from these 3 guys as they were busy enjoying their first steps on the dance floor.As I was moving to the centre of the dance floor I found a pair of hands on my ass again. I did not dare to look back.. "He was our backup, the baritone I told you they had lined up." My mouth fell open again, the thought had never entered my mind. "He was expecting a contract tomorrow," she went on. "He knew we had one last audition, but that it was an unknown. We didn't tell him who, he had no idea. He's a mean little bastard, and he'd have found a way to take it out on you."Now I knew what the business in last night's curtain call had been about. When they'd booked the house for today's thingy he must have.