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Obnoxious Businessman Becomes A Crossdressing Sissy Maid
(Scarlett Steele)

"If you had then you would have discovered the wet towels," he said. He shook his head. He stood in the doorway watching her mop his eyes glaring at her the entire time. Finally, she finished.



"Does this meet with your approval?" she asked.



"Well, this whole scenario doesn't. But the floor is clean now, though it should have been cleaned before," Evan said.



"I'm so sorry, sir. I got too much in a hurry to finish the room. I will do better tomorrow," Camille said and pushed out the door.



Evan walked back into the room mumbling. "Whatever they pay you it's too much. You're worthless." He didn't think she heard that part, but she did.



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Camille couldn't wait to get away from room 326. The bastard had the gall to call her a low life and worthless. She works harder than any maid in the entire hotel. That morning she was late to work because the bald tire on her car finally gave out. The flat tire happened too far from work for her to walk. She had to wait on roadside assistance to come to change it. She was so thankful for adding that rider to her insurance policy last month when she finally received a raise at work. Being late put her behind on cleaning the rooms assigned to her. She figured if she simply worked faster she could catch up. It was a big mistake to do that in room 326. She'd missed things here and there before because, after all, she was only human. Most of the guests at the hotel were nice and courteous. She even made a killing in tips because of her attention to detail. But this one-off day due to a flat tire and a cranky albeit handsome guest set her teeth on edge. 



"Oh my, Camille, what's got you so flustered?" Shannon asked. She pushed her cleaning cart to the elevator taking the dirty laundry down.



"Can I add these wet towels to it?" Camille asked. Her voice was so tense even she was surprised at the tone.



"Ride with me," Shannon said. She shoved her cart through the service elevator doors and Camille followed. 



"The bastard in room 326. He's such a fucking jerk," Camille said. The heat rose in her face and she was sure steam came out of her ears.



Shannon wiped a hand over her flaxen blonde hair and adjusted the bandana. "Okay, tell me what he did," she said.



"I was late to work this morning, you know flat tire, well I thought I'd just hurry and catch up with work. Of course, I missed something in room 326, the wet towels. I didn't see the towels shoved behind the door. I just cleaned the room the day before and it was a guest staying so I only cleaned the high points, like they taught us to do. I mopped around the toilet and tub and didn't swing the door shut. I missed the pile of wet towels he stashed behind the door. He came in this afternoon and was super pissed. He called the front desk and requested the maid who had cleaned his room come by. So, I did. That's why he proceeded to show me the error of my ways. He called me a low life. He said the hotel shouldn't hire low lives who probably couldn't keep their own homes clean," Camille said. The tears escaped as she heaved a deep breath.



"He called you a low life?" Shannon placed her hand on her hip as she scowled.



"Not directly. A reference more to the maids I suppose, but yes, in effect, to me. He stood over me after I apologized for it and while I mopped the entire bathroom floor because just mopping the area where the towels had sat wasn't good enough. He's a damn bully," Camille said.



"You should tell our boss," Shannon said.



"You know what else he said? And I'm not sure if he meant for me to hear it, but as I was walking away he mumbled. He said whatever pay I earn is too much. He said I'm worthless," Camille said.



Shannon shook her head. She was angry on behalf of her friend. "No, telling Mr. Avery about it won't be good enough. Because I know what he'd say, the customer is always right," she said.