She ends up inside

"Can I help you, sexy?" the man at the door, named Walt, said to Demi as he answered the door and looked at her in the tight leather pants and v-neck that she wore.

"My tour bus broke down a little ways down the road, can I use your phone to call a mechanic?" she asks him as Walt lets her in and points her to the phone, watching her tight ass the whole way.

Walt didn't look like your typical druggie, but he had been running this **** house for years, and so far had not gotten caught, despite the copious amounts of weed, coke and other **** that he moved through it.

But he's not the type to know what a certain celebrity looks like, even of they were to be staring him in the face.

His two tattooed pals Pat and Phil, on the other hand, do, and they were the ones who told Walt that the sexy girl in the tight pants was a celebrity.

"You know who that girls is, right dude?" Pat asks Walt, who gave him a blank stare in return, "that's Demi Lovato. You know, the former Disney chick. She's been in rehab before, so maybe we can get her to fall off the wagon and then have some fun with her."