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This wasn't a place Peter expected to find himself.

After the events that occurred just a few months ago, regarding Peter's version of the end of his world as he knew its fanatics, it had been extremely difficult for the now twenty-one-year-old to function.

Simple daily tasks had become gear-grinding chores that took blood, sweat and tears to complete, just walking into his damp, worn-down apartment and seeing a sink full of dishes made him want to break down into a fit of tears. But, he had been keeping it together. Somehow.

Peter found it hard to accept the fact that he had no one. No friends, no family, not a single soul in the universe even remembered he existed. He was now, indefinitely, alone, and socializing didn't come easy. Peter was still an introvert, and even though MJ had done her best to bring him out of his shell on more than a few occasions, he'd fought with all his might to stay locked inside his clam cage. People just weren't Peter's cup of tea.

But tonight had to be different because he was trying his hardest to make a change. Perhaps a strip club wasn't the best place to start, but he was trying to make an effort. Among other things, Peter had found himself incredibly sexually frustrated over the last few months and was far too afraid to try a one-night stand, so for the most part, he'd been jacking off to porn, but such was getting old and repetitive. He needed to see something for real, even if it was just hookers swinging their seductive bodies around a stainless steel pole and having dollar bills squashed into their panties.

Now, Peter didn't want to admit it, but after sitting in the back corner of the club for a while, trying his best to act casual, he was noticing why the people of Queens bragged about this place so much.

There was so someone in particular who had caught his eye, and that particular someone happened to be you. You were stunning, and sexy, without question. Peter thanked the lord he was sitting somewhere so seduced and away from all the bright lights because out in the open, he knew for certain he wouldn't be able to hide what you were doing to him. He'd watched you perform twice tonight, the first time he caught you just as you were finishing, but even then he knew that you had put a sweet taste in his mouth.

MJ had never really been very sexual, she and Peter had just kick-started their relationship and were slowly floating past the honeymoon faze when his world ended, so in retrospect, it wasn't very hard to turn Peter on. You had no competition, but from watching you across the club Peter could tell, god forbid you had any, no one would have a hard time discussing who the winner was destined to be. He'd never seen anyone like you before. You walked with power, and your body, god he wanted a taste. You made his heart race and his pants un-confess-ably tight. He couldn't lie, he was raging to have you. Blood rushed, sweat beginning to devour the length of his forehead and the land of his palms.

This was so unlike him, to feel such a powerful surge of pure smut running through his veins, but he was allowing it to happen because somehow, someway, it was drowning out all the other noises that had been running havoc around his head the last couple of months.

He readjusted slightly, pulling the material of his jeans away from his hardening length when a voice caught him off guard.

"You need some help with that?"

His head shot upright.

Fuck.

"U-Uh, I um... N-No I'm okay, thank you, sorry- I'm-I'm fine," he stuttered uncontrollably, completely losing control over his rogue tongue, which wouldn't have been the case, had you not been standing in front of him. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, but hot and vulnerable at the same time, the rush of emotions and feelings was starting to make him feel dizzy. He was so undeniably attracted to you and you were standing right there, he was mortally afraid if you come any closer he'd jump your bones.

You took a seat beside him.

Oh, fuck.

"You sure about that?" you smiled seductively, your shiny rosy lip gloss gleaming in the flashing lights and your eyes were a display of fireworks to Peter. You were breathtaking, and you smelled like ecstasy.

"I... I don't have any money..." Peter edged backwards slightly as your hand hovered over dangerous territory. Your fingers danced along the skin of his arm, even just his arm was dangerous territory, as far as you were concerned Peter had never been completely laid.

You edged closer still, hand travelling up to his shoulder. You lay your weight on him gently, shocked to feel the toned muscle hiding beneath his hoodie and spoke in a soft tone, just loud enough to hear over the music, "I've seen you staring and I think you're kinda cute, this one's on me if you're game?" you asked, sliding your hand down over his collar bone and to the dent between his rib cage. From there you could feel his heart thundering inside his chest, but you didn't want to push anything. Company policy.

You were asking him if he was game, and Peter had been fantasizing about doing the most ungodly things to you all evening, so why was he hesitating? Finally, he plucked up the courage to nod softly, making your smile grow wider. Hearing that you thought he was cute made his skin buzz with electricity, and somewhat a pang of guilt. He knew he should stay loyal to MJ, albeit, after everything that has happened, he was still trying to win her over. But until he saw some real progress, he wasn't going to beat himself up too hard, so when you took his hand and started sliding your way out of the booth where he was sitting, he followed hot on your heels.

You led him to the back rooms where they were... fitting for this type of environment. The walls were oddly decorated in what looked like silk, red, of course. But that wasn't really what he was paying attention to right now, because, from the moment the door had slammed behind you both, things had moved a little faster than Peter would have liked. He wanted to look into your eyes while all this occurred, remember your facial features, see your mouth open as you gasp for air the first time he ploughs his length into you.

You'd seated yourself in his lap after lightly pushing his back against the red couch, smiling almost smugly as his hard cock bumped your clit through your thin panties, sending shivers up your spine and spit rushing to Peter's mouth.

"Now, what can I do for you?" you asked, leaning over, flicking your hair to one side and gently sucking on the side of his neck, skin warm and flushed. Peter took a moment to lean his head back, feeling now they were in the privacy of the back rooms he could relax a little, and let out a gentle grunt as he bucked his hips slightly. As the motion played into place he almost felt shocked that he was behaving this way until he heard the smug giggle that left his lips. "If you say so," you whispered, kissing the lobe of his ear softly before sliding off his lap and down between his legs. Now, what he had motioned was driving his cock deep between your hot, wet walls, but what he was looking down at now; your eyes gleaming in the dip lighting, hands already working on his button and zipper, Peter was arguing what the true image of heaven looked like.

He lifted his hips as you pulled down his jeans, boxers flying with him as his cock flew up, hitting his stomach, a gentle 'pat' noise following close behind. He swallowed harshly, hands planting themselves down beside him as he ushered backwards, "are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to. I know you get paid to do this stuff and everything but I just don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable an-"

Peter lost his words completely when he felt your tongue slide up the length of his cock, starting from the base and smoothly working its way up towards his sensitive tip that was aching for attention. His fists balled handfuls of the couch material beside him as he arched his back. Your tongue was hotter than he was expecting, and the cool air in the room only made the sensation more powerful as it blew against him gently.

"Trust me, baby, I want nothing more than this," you commented, bringing his eyes back down to look at you just in time to watch you take his tip into your mouth. His jaw fell slack, a tender moan slipping from his lips. He spread his legs impossibly wider, as much as the slack of his jeans would allow him to. Now, Peter wasn't exactly small, the spider bite had done more than enhance his senses, so you were almost struggling to take any more than his tip down the back of your throat. So, to accompany the space, you brought up your hand, gently pumping the unattended area around his base.

This had Peter in a borderline fit. Feeling your hand squeeze his swollen base, tongue now dancing freely over his tip and lips sucking away, he felt as though he may cum earlier than expected. Shutting his eyes tightly, he did everything and anything he could not bust his load down the back of your throat, but you sure weren't making it easy. He could feel the sweat running down the back of his neck, forehead down dotted with beads of sweat, too.

"Fuck, fuckkkk," he moaned loudly, feeling you forget the tongue and start sucking like hell on the tip of his dick, his hips now bucking like hell trying to edge himself further into the warm heaven inside your mouth. You gagged softly, causing Peter to lower himself back to the couch and drop his head, apologizing frantically, "I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to"

"You apologize way too much," you giggled, pulling your mouth away from his cock and massaging the spit into his cock, pumping nonchalantly as you wiped the drool away from your lips. Peter's eyes soon lulled back behind the lids and he became a squirmy mess all over again.

"Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?"

Now that sent Peter soaring over the edge.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned, feeling the couch material begin to rip as his hands clamped down even harder, throwing his head back, chest heaving for oxygen as your lips flew back around his tip, sucking generously as he shot his load down the back of your throat, moaning and grunting through the waves, heat radiating from his skin. You did your best to keep his seed contained inside your mouth, but there was more than you were expecting, drops upon drops slipping between the gaps in your lips and dripping down the length of his cock before resting against his base.

It took a while for Peter to fall soft, you had a little time to clean yourself up while he lay there, legs still spread, head still thrown back against the couch softly gasping for oxygen.

"Job well done then, huh?" you commented with a smile, sitting down next to him. He smiled softly, nodding along. He turned his head to face you in his exhausted haze, not speaking a word, just looking.

"What?" you giggled nervously.

Peter knew this was something you got paid to do, you were paid for the things you said and the way you touched him etc, but Peter couldn't help secretly falling in love with you.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "you're just so..."

"...So?..." you asked, feeling as though there was a small bubble that was forming around the two of you.

"Beautiful," he stated.

You smiled softly, although he could see it in your eyes you passed it off like it was petty cash. "Will I see you again?" you asked curiously. Peter couldn't tell if you were seeking his thoughts as to whether or not you did a good job, or whether you were genuinely curious as to whether or not you would see him again. He tried not to let his thoughts run away with him, you were a stripper and this was a club, this was a no strings attached kind of deal, and you barely knew one another. This was a one-time thing.

"Maybe," he shrugged.

Or... was it?

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Sorry if this was short and crappy, I'm a little out of touch with my writing. I haven't updated in a long time and have been dealing with a lot of personal things, so apologies. I hope this is okay, I'm hoping to update more regularly when I have the time!

Thank you a much for reading!