STORY 43: DICKKEEPER OR HOUSEKEEPER? (I)

Chapter 1 Ava's Pov. "Ava, are you sure you want to take this shift? The guys in room 412 are a bit rowdy, tipped big last night but complained about the cleaning," my boss said, handing me the key card over the front desk counter, his eyebrows raised like he was giving me a warning. The hotel lobby was quiet this late, just the hum of the air conditioner and a couple guests checking out. I shrugged, grabbing the card and my cart full of towels and cleaners. Money was tight with college tuition piling up, and extra tips meant I could eat something besides ramen this week. "Yeah, I got it, it's not my first rowdy room," I replied, my voice steady but my stomach flipping a little. I'd heard from the day shift girls that the two businessmen in 412 were hot, they are like mid-thirties, suited up like they owned the place, but they partied hard after their meetings. I pushed the cart down the hall, the wheels squeaking on the carpet, my uniform skirt swishing against my thighs. Why am I ner