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It was Mary Jane's bachelorette party.  Weren't these supposed to be girl things?  Peter shrugged to himself.  He supposed he had always been seen by her as the GBF.  He sighed and accepted a glass of champagne by the giggling blonde sitting next to him in the limousine. Cheers to his best friend.  She had been able to find someone who was able to be there for her no matter what.  The car stopped and they all piled out in one heap of glitter and giggles. He was too concerned finding MJ in the small gaggle of girls to notice where they were going, surrounded by neon lights.  The security guard gave him the smallest wink as they entered and Peter wished he had finished that glass.   He found his way to the bar, ordering a fuzzy navel, one of the few things he could choke down at this late hour.  The music wasn't very loud, so he could hear the gaggle of girls behind him, tittering about how excited they were for the show to start.  How he was supposed to be the best in town.  Peter downed another full swallow and made his way to sit by MJ.  He looked around for the first time and felt a sinking feeling deep in his gut.  Poles.  Neon lights. The music cranked itself up and a figure wrapped tightly in red and black stood in the middle of the stage, his face marred by slashed paint.   The beat dropped and he turned, his arms rising above his head, his muscles rippling underneath the spandex suit.  Peter, now more than a little uncomfortable, moved to get up but was pulled back down by Mary Jane. "Stay!" She hissed at him, " I heard he loves when there's a male audience." Peter groaned. Yup. Gay Best Friend status. But the movement had caught the dancers eye and he moved, no crawled, over to them. The girls erupted into excited giggles, hollering and waving dollars.  Peter, now glued by mortification and obligation, could only watch as this man slid off the stage and rubbed against him. No, no, no, he was not turned on. Nope. The man leaned down and whispered with hot breath in his ear, a breathy growl, "Well, hiya Spidey." 'Wade?! What are you doing?" Peter hissed at him, trying not to anger the mad man in the middle of the crowd. 'Work's been slow so I needed some cash. What are you doing?" That same breathy growl, making the hair on his neck stand on end as it tickled his throat. Peter hoped it was the adrenaline that made his heart beat faster, and not the way Wade was still pushing against him. "I'm here for a bachelorette party. Shouldn't you be paying attention to the bride?" Wade looked over at Mary Jane and shouted, "You want some of this action?" She laughed louder and her friends were snapping pictures "No, you go on ahead! Enjoy yourself Peter!" Wade looked back at his helpless prey. "Guess you're mine." Porn Star Dancing - Darkest Days