No.

Lindsay looked down at the dick. Her brow curled. Then she looked up at the man. He smiled wickedly in a manner she found disgusting. She broke free of Sam's grasp and burst out the door, walking quickly down the hall, her large, nude breasts bouncing. Sam was quick behind her. She caught up, grabbing her arm, stopping her.

"What the fuck was that?" Lindsay demanded. Sam looked confused. "I'm Lindsay fucking Lohan. I don't suck and I don't fuck tiny little ten inch cocks."

Sam was startled. She puzzled for a moment, but held onto Lindsay's arm as she tried to walk away.

"Maybe that shit's good for you," Lindsay continued, "but when I want a man that's well hung, I mean it."

"Just wait," Samantha pleaded as she sensed Lindsay's growing anger. "You can't go. You can't. I told them Lindsay Lohan was going to be there." Lindsay shrugged uncaringly. Sam held onto her tight. "Okay. I will find you a decent sized guy. Even if he's not here. I'll find him somewhere." Lindsay begain to smile. Sam continued, "for next time of course." Lindsay's smile disappeared. "For this time though I'll let you do whatever you want. I mean it. Anything. Anything is yours. Just come back to the party."

A smirk appeared on Lindsay's face.