The Government's Orphans: Maze Runner AU

Pilot

Brightly colored lights danced over the darkly lit club. Dark blues cast shadows over the gentlemen who watched their waitresses hungrily as they hurried along in their short skirts to bring them their drinks.

The bartender, a lanky young man, quickly took and gave orders to the girls with shaky hands. It surprised Natalie to say the least; how quickly he could distribute out these firey drinks without spilling one of them.

"Go." His deep voice upset her but successfully snapped her out of her daze. With that, she took her silver platter full of brown and clear liquid. Sashaying back to the men that awaited her arrival.

Natalie tilted her chin downwards, narrowing her dark eyes as her red-tinted lips curled into a smirk. She handed each and every man their drinks, letting her hand linger for a little too long. Nat felt their warm fingers wrap over hers.

The ice that hung around their necks and wrapped around their wrists winked at her teasingly. The young girl licked her lips hungrily. They had money. If she wanted that money, she was going to have to up her antics.

She purred to the filthy men, "Is there any more you gentlemen need~?"

Need and want were very different things. Need is essential, want is a desire. Both verbs but on opposite sides of the spectrum.

Most would say they wanted, but they would argue that they needed her body. The men craved for any pretty lady that came their way. They required a trophy to show everyone what they have won.

It disgusted Natalie. Her skin crawled, barely able to keep her cool most times. Men were pigs and deserved to be gutted.

It only further proved her point as she saw one by one, each man's lips curled up into hunger filled grins. Their eyes darkened with lustful interest for their teen waitress.

In other words. They took the bait.

"Come here, Darling." An older man beckoned, trying to lure her in with a sultry voice. Nat could smell him from across the room; old cigarettes and Gentlemen Jack.

Though, the disgust that she felt, Natalie kept a smile. Her black heels clicked on the tile, making her way towards the man as she bit her lip. Taking her rightful place, the small spot next to him; Nat squeezed in between the worn leather of the couch and the smoky smell of his yellow stained tank top. It made her feel enclosed; trapped between a balding man and a couch that was thrown out on a curb then taken here to rot.

"Now tell me, Baby. How did they get a girl like you into a place like this~?" He crooned into her ear. A shiver went own her spin, his lips grazing her reddening ear as his hand began to pull Natalie closer to the perpetrator.

She whispered back, running her hand over his chest and up to his plump misshapen jaw. His large belly pressed against her bare side. Natalie's false lashes brushing at his temple roughly. He guffawed, "Oh, I like you~" He squeezed her side, making her shiver once more. "I'll come here more often; I might just have to order you off the menu~" He announced, not just to her but to the whole group of men. Low laughs filled her ears and the shame engulfed her, tilting her gaze down to the grime covered tile.