Royal Stripper

by Sienna Valentine

  "I'm just trying to help," she said. "You seemed to need it. No one else was going to." She looked around and noticed that they were one of the last two in the alleyway, almost everyone else had left in a hurry to get out of the rain.

  "I can do just fine on my own," he said, his voice hard. He pulled his arm away from her.

  "Wow, okay. Suit yourself," she said. That's what you get for being nice in this city. Mind your business. Her mother's voice was yapping in her ear again. She hated when it did that, especially when it was right.

  She stepped back to give Joel some room. He was rude, but not really surprising given what he did with his spare time. How many fighters did she think were gentlemen, anyway?

  He pushed himself to his feet and then swayed again. This time he didn't have the ground to reach out for and his arms swung wildly. Amber again instinctively reached out to help him, something she had gotten used to doing around closing time at her bar every weekend. This time Joel's hands clamped down on her arm as well as he accepted her help.

  "I think you need a doctor," she said.

  "Nothing's broken," he replied.

  "You hit your head pretty hard. I think it's still bleeding." From the angle he was standing, she could see a trail of darkness moving down his back. She had thought it was mud at first, given the lack of light, but now she wasn't so sure.

  "It'll heal."

  "You really ought to get that looked at."

  "I'm not paying some doctor to tell me to man up and take an advil."

  "What if you need stitches?"

  "Stitches are just to make a scar look pretty. It's at the back of my head under my hair. What the fuck do I care what it looks like."

  "Oh," she said. She was still holding his arm and by the way he was grasping onto her, he still felt like he needed it.

  "You've never had stitches, have you?" he asked.

  "No."

  "Well aren't you living a charmed life," he said.

  "Not everyone chooses to beat the shit out of people in alleyways," she threw back.

  Joel opened his mouth to reply but then shut it. He turned and looked away as the rain pelted down against his body. Amber was getting cold.

  "Look," she said. "I get it, you don't want to go to the doctor. But how about I at least take a look at it? I live right here. You can come up and dry off, I can put some peroxide on the cut at least."

  "Why?" he hadn't turned back to face her, he was still looking out into the night and the rain.

  "Because you should at least get it cleaned and stop the bleeding."

  "No, I mean why do you want to help me? What's in it for you? I haven't got any money to give you. Losers don't get paid."

  "I'm not looking for money, I just want to help. Why is that so strange?"

  "Nobody just wants to help. Everyone wants something," he replied. He finally turned to face her and his eyes were hard as he glared at her.

  "You know what? Fuck you. I'm tired of this rain. If you want me to help clean that up, you can come. Otherwise, have a nice life." Amber turned before he could say another word and stomped off and out of the alleyway.

  Chapter 9

  Joel

  He watched the girl, Amber, turn towards the door to her building with exaggerated footsteps, each one splashing the pavement as it stomped away. He didn't believe her for a moment that she wasn't after something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what just yet. He clearly had nothing on him, but maybe she thought he would come back and repay her another time after being overcome with gratitude. Fat chance on that one. He could make his way back to the YMCA and his locker where he stored all of his stuff before a fight, and then find a place to sleep for the night. His head would be better in the morning.

  He took one step, though, and pain shot through the back of his head making it spin again. He wasn't going to make it too far just yet. Damn it.

  "Wait!" he called out. He wasn't sure if she heard him as she had already turned the corner and was out of sight. Could be he was too late. He walked towards the wall and put a hand on it to steady himself, following it until he turned the corner himself. Amber was standing at the door of her building, under an awning, and holding it open as she looked at him expectantly.

  When he reached the door, he just nodded to her. "My name's Joel," he said.

  "I know." Amber turned and walked through without another word, so he followed quietly behind her, making sure to keep a hand on each door or wall that they passed to keep the dizziness away until they got into the elevator. He leaned back against the wall of it as it started to shake and ascend.

  "Don't bleed all over that," she said, looking at him critically now.

  He moved forward to keep his pants and back from touching anything, but kept one hand on the wall for support.

  Now that they were inside and in the light, he was able to see her clearly. Her hair was a wet mess, plastered down against her pale skin as drops of water rolled down her smooth cheeks. Her lips were puffy and full, and she had green eyes that sparkled even as she glared at him. She was beautiful, even soaking wet. He wondered again what the hell she was doing helping him.

  "Where's your shirt, anyway?"

  He shrugged. "In the alleyway somewhere. Probably ruined from the mud and rain at this point."

  "I'm not sure what I have that would fit you," she said.

  "Don't worry about it."

  "Stop being an ass," she snapped. "You're injured and bleeding and I don't need a half naked man walking around my apartment." The elevator stopped as she spoke. Seventh floor.

  As soon as the doors parted she stepped through and he followed as she walked down the hall to 706, fumbling with her keys for a moment and pausing before putting them in. He wondered if she was having second thoughts about helping after all.

  "You're not a lunatic, are you?" she said, turning to him. "I mean, beyond willingly fighting other men in alleyways. Fuck. You are a lunatic. I don't even know your last name. What the hell am I doing?"

  "You want me to leave, I'll leave," he said. He swayed a bit and then reached out to ground himself by touching the wall next to her door.

  Amber looked at him, their eyes meeting for what felt like longer than was appropriate until she finally shrugged and gave a sort of half smile. She turned back to the door and put her key in, opening it. "Well, fuck it. You're here now anyway, might as well come in. You're in no shape to attack anyone now anyway, even me."

  Chapter 10

  Amber

  The first thing she needed to do was make sure Joel didn't ruin any of her furniture by bleeding all over it, so she directed him immediately to her little bathroom, the only one in her small apartment.

  "Don't mind the mess," she said. "I wasn't really expecting anyone."

  Joel just grunted, his eyes looking around and taking everything in as if he'd never seen the inside of a girl's apartment before. His eyes landed on a bra she had drying over her shower rod so she grabbed it and put it behind her back. "Let me get some fresh towels, I'll be right back."

  She hurried into her bedroom and shoved the bra and some other clothes she had scattered around under her bed. She shouldn't care what this man thought, and he wasn't likely to come in here anyway, but she still felt self conscious about the mess. Her mother's voice in her head was about to have a conniption.

  She found some old towels in her closet that she didn't mind ruining and brought them back to the bathroom. At the door, she stood for a moment and watched the stranger she had just let into her house. Joel was studying a picture of the Eiffel tower that she had on her wall, one of the few souvenirs she had brought back from her trip to Paris the year before she had planned to start college.

  He was tall. Over six feet for sure, which made him at least six inches taller than she was but it seemed like he was more than that. The muscles in his back were defined, even through the mud and blood, and the blond hair on his head could be any other color and she'd never know, given ho
w dirty it was. But as he turned, his eyes flickered over to see her watching and they met her own for a moment before she moved in, brandishing the towels in front of her. Blue. She was finally able to see his eyes in the light, and they were deep and blue.

  "Here," she said, "turn around and let me take a look."

  Joel looked skeptically at her again and she rolled her eyes. Finally he turned, slowly, and presented his back to her again. She turned on the tap and put some hot water on one of the towels and then used it to wipe away some of the blood and dirt from his head and hair. He flinched slightly as she touched the wound, but didn't object.

  "It doesn't look too good," she said after cleaning it enough to get a good look. The cut was deep and ran from the base of his skull up about three inches. There was a bump forming around it as well. She used the other end of the towel to start wiping away some of the rest of the dirt that covered his back.

  "It's fine, I just need to rest for a couple of days. I've had worse."

  "I believe it," she said softly. As the dirt came away from his back, she noticed various scars marking his upper body. There had to be at least five or six long ones and then various other smaller ones.

  Joel turned, putting a hand on the towel that Amber held. The edge of his fingers grazed against hers.

  "I can do the rest."

  "Sure," she said. She held the towel a moment longer and then let it go. "Let me get some peroxide though. You don't want an infection. Otherwise you will have to go to the hospital." She opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out a big bottle as Joel started to wipe some of the grime from his face.

  He looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, his stubble getting to a length where he'd soon have to make a decision as to whether to clear it off or just grow a beard. Even still, the hair didn't hide the strong jaw line that made up his face, or his full and positively chewable looking lips. Amber shook her head to clear that last thought. Where the hell did that come from?

  "Turn around," she said. This time he complied immediately, still using the now dirty towel to clear off his chest. His upper body, unlike his face, was hairless but she couldn't tell if that was natural or whether he shaved it. It was covered in scars as well, but they took a back seat to the other lines that made up his midsection. Joel was very well defined, his abs looked like something out of a fitness magazine. Amber could only tear away her gaze once he had turned away from her, hiding them from view.

  She took one of the clean towels and told him to lean forward over the sink. As he did, she poured the liquid onto the cut directly. He inhaled sharply. "Sorry, should have mentioned that this would sting a bit. Figured you'd be use to it."

  "I am. It's fine."

  The excess dripped off of him and she dabbed the cut with the towel. Fresh blood was still coming off it, so she pressed the towel firmly against his head to apply pressure. "I think you need to stop this bleeding," she said. "Hold this."

  Joel reached up and around to grab the towel, placing his strong hand on top of hers before she moved it so that he could take its place. His fingers were calloused and rough, from years of working with his hands. Or fighting.

  Amber stood back as she watched Joel leaning over her sink, holding the towel against his head and obscuring his view. While she had the chance, she took another long look at his hard body. Now that it was mostly clear of grime and he couldn't see her, she was able to admire the lines of his back and the sides of his stomach. He really took care of himself. She couldn't see an ounce of fat on him. His biceps were well formed and large, without being obscenely so. And his filthy pants were slightly too big, leaving them to hang low over his hips and exposing just the swell of his tight looking ass. It had been far too long since Amber had been with a man. And she'd never been with one that had a body like this. Too bad this one was so rude.

  Joel stood up, still holding the towel against his head.

  "You should probably keep holding that for a while. You might as well come and sit down."

  Chapter 11

  Joel

  Amber turned and exited the bathroom, leaving Joel little choice but to follow her into the small living room. He watched as she lay her last towel down on the couch. Taking the hint, he sat down on it as she dropped onto the opposite end, about two feet away from him. She was looking at him expectantly, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say.

  "You're welcome," she finally said when the quiet grew too uncomfortable for her.

  He was about to snap back at her that he hadn't asked for this, but something about the look in her eyes told him to bite his tongue. She had helped him, after all. Sure, he could have just sat down in the rain until he felt less dizzy, but she was right about an infection if the wound was really as bad as she said. He didn't need to end up in the hospital. Debt was at least one shitty thing he wasn't saddled with.

  "Thanks," he mumbled. She just nodded.

  "So... this fighting thing, is that a... hobby? Or...?"

  Joel shrugged. "It's what I do."

  "Like, do for a living you mean?"

  He pulled the towel away from his head and brought it around to stare at the dark red spot that stained it. "I guess."

  "Can you really make a lot of money doing that? Enough to live on?"

  "I don't need much," he said. Truth was, the money started off crappy and had only recently gotten to a level where he was starting to see light at the end of his homeless tunnel. After winning a lot of fights, more people started to bet on him. But now that he'd lost...

  He looked up at Amber, trying to discern the meaning behind her question. Her hair was beginning to dry and he was starting to see red coming through. Her green eyes hadn't left him for a moment as they spoke. He noted again how pretty she was, even more so now that she didn't look like a drowning rat. But the emotion he saw in her face as she looked at him wasn't familiar. What was she after? Was she fishing to see if he had money she could somehow take? Despite his initial misgivings, she didn't seem like she was after anything like that. Still, people never did anything without wanting something in return.

  "Just seems like a dangerous way to spend your nights," she said. "Does your family know you do this? I can't even imagine what my mother would say..."

  "They're all gone. No one to tell."

  "Oh, I'm sorry."

  He shrugged. In reality it was true, they were gone from his life, anyway. He found that when he said it like that, people always assumed he meant they were dead. He never corrected them.

  "You live alone, then?"

  "Sort of. If you consider sleeping in a room packed with strangers alone." He put the towel back against his head after finding a clean spot and then removed it. The bleeding had stopped, at least.

  "Strangers?"

  "I usually sleep at shelters," he said.

  "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

  "The money I'm making will help get me an apartment." He didn't know why he felt he needed to explain himself to her. She was nobody to him. Just another stranger with an angle he hadn't figured out yet.

  She didn't say anything for a few minutes, and he was content to sit in silence.

  "Listen," she said. "You're pretty covered in mud and... blood. If you want to take a shower, I can rustle up another towel. Especially if it's one you'll only use after the shower so I won't have to burn it afterwards." She laughed at her own joke but it died on her lips when she saw he didn't reciprocate.

  Why was she still helping him? He still couldn't figure it out. Maybe she thought she could go through his pants when he was in the shower. She wouldn't find a nickel. "I can't pay you," he finally said.

  Amber rolled her eyes again and looked at the ceiling as she let out an expressive and exaggerated sigh. "Joel, seriously, just learn to say thank you once in a while. I don't want your money, or anything else for that matter. I'm just trying to help."

  His blue eyes stared at her for a moment more as he weighed his options. Finally, he nodded.
"Thank you."

  "Great," she said, standing up. "I think I might actually have some big sweat pants that you can wear. An old boyfriend left them here and I used to use them for bumming around the house but I was tired of always rolling up the ankles. I have an oversized hoodie, as well. Oversized for me, anyway. Still might be a bit small on you, but it's better than nothing. I'll look for them while you're in the shower. You know where the bathroom is. Just maybe be careful when you wash your head."