Lizzie Mcguire Novels & Stories

Lizzie had never seen such an amount of money for free except she ate out the pussies of rich business women or sucked the dicks of horny old men. She took the money and got dressed to hit the store. In the luxurious boutique, Lizzie sifted through racks of designer clothes. Shortly, a sharp voice sliced through the air and Lizzie turned back to find Carla, a girl she used to work side by side with at Papayas strip club. Carla approached her with a smug grin, "Well, well, if it isn't Lizzie. What are you doing here, trying to play rich now?" Lizzie, maintaining her composure, replied, "I'm just enjoying a little shopping. Mr. Hill thought I deserved a treat."

Harry didn't have sanitary products. It was evening already and the stars were already in play, Maria walked into the nearest convenience store she could find. Forgetting she had a reputation to uphold or hide, she had done carefree without a mask or anything to cover her face with. Who knew fame came with a never-ending game of hide and seek? Whispers ensued wherever she walked by, followed by skin-pricking stares and eyes full of pity. It was nighttime already but the USA had lights enough to tackle the sun. The cashier in particular had thrown her an 'I feel pity for you' stare as she registered what Maria bought. What was happening? It was okay if they recognized her but that stare, it m