Red Dead Redemption II [ one shots ]

Bathtime - A.M [Part One]

"Y/N! We've got a customer!" My boss yelled up the stairs. I rolled my eyes, stubbing out my cigarette on the balcony railing. Great, more naked men.
I was the only one working today and I'd hardly gotten a break. With a deep sigh, I headed down the hall. Giving people baths isn't the greatest job in the world, but it pays the bills. More or less.
I pulled my Y/H/C hair back up into a loose updo and fixed my appearance as I meandered down the steps. I walked past the reception desk, nodding to my boss as I went.

"Remember, Y/N, just give them what they want." He warned, shaking a finger. "We don't want any more trouble."
I made a face as I rounded the corner. "Believe it or not, there are some things i just won't do for .50¢," I shot back sarcastically. My boss just laughed, forcing a smile out of me. Old fool.

I always took offense when my clients would get handsy, and thus I've had a few...altercations in the past. Men are always surprised to find out a "little thing" like myself packs a solid punch. If my boss and I didn't have such a good rapport, I'm sure I'd have been fired by now. But he was like a father to me– which is the main reason I'd stuck to the job this long.

I smoothed out my lavender twill skirt, before tapping lightly on the door.
"Care for some assistance?" I called in the sweetest tone I could muster. Please say no, please say no.
"Yeah, sure. Sounds good," a genial voice yelled back. I tilted my head back, groaning in frustration, before opening the door, a smile plastered onto my face.
I walked in, my hips swaying with the job's required sensual glide. I was a little shocked to see the man lounging in the tub was actually handsome. That almost never happens.
His cheeks were slightly flushed as our eyes met, and I assumed it was from the hot bath water.
"Just let me know if you need anything, sir." I meekly murmured, lowering my gaze. The words of my boss echoed in my head. "The customers like it when you're deferential, Y/N"

I knelt beside the tub, and reached my hands in the water to grip the scrub, my chest brushing against his arm. I lightly set my hands on the man's broad shoulders, silently marveling at how muscular they were. His breath seemed to hitch as I stroked and kneaded, trying to get rid of the tension he had locked there.
"So," The man said somewhat awkwardly, piercing the silence. The deep timbre of his voice made me shiver. "What do you do for fun?"
I blinked, surprised by the question. Normally I would've been rudely propositioned by now. "I ah, I suppose the usual things. Reading, wandering." I shrugged, sliding the soap down to scrub his right arm. The man nodded, his gaze on me.
It was quiet after that, and I zoned out, mechanically completing my job. It didn't require much thought, especially if there was no conversation. At some point I'd began to absentmindedly sing under my breath, as i washed over his leg and thigh, and the man let out a low groan.
I froze, the sound snapping me back to reality. "Is everything alright? Did I hurt you?" I was worried, the last thing I needed was another scandal.
"No, no. Ah, sorry." The man replied quickly, "You know, I think I'm good now. Thank you for your help." Abruptly, he stood, and the water streamed off his body.

My mouth dried taking in the sight of this strong, capable man completely naked. My cheeks went red, but I couldn't help but stare at his hardened muscles. Holy mother of god.
I felt too warm– I'd never seen anybody who looked like that in my entire career.
Almost immediately, I remembered where I was, and I muttered a polite goodbye as I slipped out the door. The man more or less ignored me, focused on drying off.

I made it back up to the balcony, and took in huge breaths of the cool afternoon air in an effort to calm down. I'd never reacted to a man like that in my entire life.
I leaned on the rail, gazing down at the Main Street and imagining what my life could be like.
If I wasn't bathing folk for a living, If i met that man a different way, and he was actually interested in me.
Can't help but wonder. I sighed, feeling that melancholy ache that often came with my daydreams. Through my haze, I heard the muted thud of the hotel door shutting, and I lazily watched as my handsome customer crossed the muddy street.
I took in his confident stride, the proud set to his shoulders– he moved with the lethal grace of a predator. Mmhmm.
He mounted up his horse, and turned, somehow catching my eye. I wondered if I should be embarrassed, and decided I didn't care. What have I got to lose? He probably won't come back again, anyway.
We held eye contact for the longest minute of my life, and I debated my next move. Ultimately, I figured I'd be brazen. I lifted two of my fingers to my lips– in a casually blown kiss.
Beneath the low brim of his hat, I could swear I saw a smile. He lifted his fingers in a barely there salute, and was gone.
I stepped back from the railing, feeling bereft at his absence. The moment I'd spent meeting his gaze had been more electrifying than any other actual conversation I'd had with a man.
Funny how that works.

Hearing my boss call again, I blew out a breath and headed back down stairs– knowing I'd be thinking of my "mystery man" for the rest of the day, at least.