LunarianPrincess

Title: What Happens in Vegas

Chapter 7

Summary: A wedding in Vegas leads to a very interesting discovery, and an embarrassing revelation.

Warnings: Major adult actions… fun in a strip club…yay lol

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold!

Life has gotten crazy but I missed writing and I hope people can find this now.

Thanks if you're still here.

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Helga leaned over Stinky's lap trying to see where they were, some industrial area she wasn't entirely sure Arnold hadn't gotten lost. Rhonda was navigating from the passenger seat, but after a few Cosmos, Helga wasn't that confident in her ability to give directions. Stinky and Sid flanked her in the back seat and were teasing her as she kept leaning over to try and get her bearings with the unfamiliar landmarks. Finally she saw a neon haven, complete with a line of taxis and a small parking lot with a handful of cars. Glancing at the SUV's illuminated display she realized it was a quarter to 1. Arnold parked, and everyone piled out of the car, Stinky offered his hand as Helga scooted to the side of the car and leapt down. Her skirt had ridden up with all the wiggling so she grabbed the hem and shimmied it down. She didn't realize that Arnold was staring at her ass as she linked arms with Stinky and followed Sid and Rhonda, who were joined at the hip.

"I'm surprised Miss Priss let you come out for this Stinky, you gonna be in the dog house after tonight?" Helga chattered along to Stinky as Arnold drew up the rear, joining the queue outside the illuminated front doors.

"Oh no, Lila wanted to make sure I had a good time but I can only have one dance and I must be a gentlemen to all the dancers." His hick accent deepened with his embarrassment and Helga giggled. The time in the line was quick and soon they were ushered to a table by the stage. Rhonda and Helga dug in their wallets and pulled out some cash and got a couple sodas for the group, this was full nude so no alcohol which disappointed the group, but they were still pretty buzzed from free casino drinks and the sake from dinner.

The boys were well stocked with singles, having planned for a strip club trip. Helga grabbed a handful from Sid before sliding Rhonda a twenty.

"EVEN EXCHANGE!" she shouted over the pounding bass of the club sound system and Sid's objections. There wasn't anybody on stage currently but there were some girls roaming around in bikinis, eventually an announcer called out a name and a girl sauntered on stage. She took a towel and rubbed down the two poles on either side of the stage. The song was "Pour Some Sugar On Me" and Rhonda and Helga whooped as the girl started grinding and swinging. The dancer zeroed in on them and smiled, seeming to single out their group she crawled down the stage where it jutted into the crowd.

Arnold watched as Helga tucked a single into the side of the girl's bikini. His mouth went dry and the woman sat on the edge of the stage and spread her legs open to Helga. To his surprise he could see Helga was talking to her, and the girls perfunctory seductive movements indicated that she was actually talking to Helga instead of ignoring her.

With the driving music and the buzz in her veins, Helga couldn't help but be reminded of that horrific night that everything between her and Arnold had changed. Her eyes glazed as she thought back to that night.

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The gang ranged around the table, a pile of cards scattered in between cans and cups and shot glasses. Kings cup always was a good time and they were trying to recreate their college days at the engagement party after party. The elegant dinner had been attended by family and business partners and various acquaintances, but now in Phoebe's beautiful apartment it had dwindled to the diehards, the old PS118 gang. Patti and Harold were in the kitchen scrounging for food, adamant that they not have any crazy antics or drink too much as they had to make it home to their daughter soon since the babysitter had a midnight curfew. Sid was lounging on the couch after saying his 7th shot had done him in. Rhonda still sat at the table, determined to last. Lila stood behind Stinky, loyally cheering him on. Arnold, Helga, Phoebe, Rhonda, Gerald, and Stinky were the only ones still playing. Rhonda was up and pulled the jack…

"Hmm rules… well we've got the left hand one, and the no using names, hmm. Ok. If you say "What" you have to give a lapdance to the person next to you"

"What?!" Phoebe immediately exclaimed. Everyone laughed uproariously.

"Ooooooh, lapdance to Rhonda or Helga!" Gerald laughed. Phoebe turned pink as she looked at her two friends. Helga shrugged and looped her arm through Phoebe's.

"C'mon Pheebs, show me dem moves" Helga drawled. She did the bow-chicka-bow-wow sounds and wiggled in her chair. The laughter was so loud they almost couldn't hear the music that was coming from the speaker in the corner. Phoebe did some halfhearted wiggling and shimmying before claiming her seat again, cheeks bright red. A few ribald comments were bandied about, the guys congratulating Gerald on his luck and the girls asking Helga how it was, Helga waved them off and Phoebe just giggled. The game continued on, cards pulled as they went around the circle; Phoebe drew the six so the boys drink, Helga drew the ace of spades and a waterfall began, Arnold started never have I ever and Rhonda was the first with no fingers, of course. Gerald drew a 6 and the boys drink again, Stinky drew and 8 and made Helga and Gerald mates as everyone laughed, then Rhonda again – a 10 meant everyone had to name liquor (Stinky couldn't think of one so he drank), then Phoebe drew a 3 and drank. Helga made a show of picking a card and immediately shooting her hand in the air, the slowest was Stinky who drank while whining about her not saying or showing the 7 first. Finally Arnold pulled a card and muttered under his breath.

"What?" Helga leaned forward trying to catch what he said. Rhonda shrieked with delight and eyes widened around the table. Helga blushed deeply, she had to give that lapdance, and the two seated next to her were Phoebe and Arnold. Helga's eyes darted between them both before she girded her loins, took a shot, and stood up. She was going to be brave, the last few months she and Arnold had been thrown together more, helping Gerald plan the proposal, Helga helping Arnold with some legal stuff when grandpa had passed and left the boarding house to him, Arnold helping Helga move into her new apartment. Maybe tonight was the night to try and shift the line between friends and maybe more.

She started moving to the beat, standing between Arnold's legs swinging her hips and locking her arms behind his neck. She distantly heard her friend's whoops and even heard Rhonda exclaim "Finally!" he cheeks flushed as the alcohol heated her blood even more. She saw his eyes widen, the green darkening as his mouth fell open. She raised her arms above her head as she turned and sat in his lap, wiggling and sliding her back against his chest. His hands locked onto her hips and she felt hope as his grip tightened. She was shocked when he shoved back and stood, letting go of her immediately. Her balance faltered before she landed on her ass between his feet. She twisted to look up at him and was hurt to find his eyes wide and a horrified look on his face.

"What the hell, Arnold!" Her voice was shocked.

"I…I… you… don't…" his stutter was breathless and much too loud in the sudden quiet.

"I didn't realize I disgusted you so much," her voice was hushed but sounded overloud in the silence and she tried to ignore that everyone was staring at them. Her eyes filled with tears and she tried to blink them away, ignoring the one that escaped from her right eye, sliding swiftly down her cheek. He didn't even respond as he stared at her on the floor. She reached up, expecting him to help her up. When he didn't she popped up, her anger burning through the hole in her chest that had opened up at his horrified expression. She didn't even think as she pulled back and launched her fist. He just stared before hurrying out of the room and slammed the front door as he left. She stayed stock still trying to ignore the burning behind her eyes and the catch in her throat. She heaved aside his discarded chair and glared at the pitying glances she received from Stinky and Rhonda.

"I gotta pee" she muttered before fleeing to the bathroom. She wasn't surprised when 20 minutes later she came out and Phoebe was the only one left. Only then did she let her eyes fill with tears as she curled up on the couch and lay her head on her best friend's shoulder.

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She shook off the memory of that horrific embarrassment, determined to enjoy herself. She resolutely sidled closer to the stripper on stage, envious of her copious curves and cute outfit, a white bikini that looked vintage with bright red cherry clusters.

"Where'd you get the bikini! Its so adorable, I wish I could wear something like that. Or do this, people would be paying me to put my clothes back on and stop dancing!" Helga's glance shot to Arnold and he tried to ignore the hurt in her eyes as the girl told her she was crazy and that plenty of guys would blow their whole bankroll to watch her. Helga laughed and tried to mimic some of the dancer's moves.

"Would you like a dance, I'd love to get my hands on your body, are your boobs real?" Arnold was shocked when Helga laughed instead of being outraged.

"Yeah, what's your name again?" Helga responded, grabbing some cash and the girl's hand, leading the way to one of the private booths, Arnold stood and drifted after the pair, inexplicably drawn to the spectacle of the normally staid blonde being so flippant with a near nude woman.

"Cherry, can't you tell!" She said with a giggle as she referenced the brief white bikini that had cherries all over it. The dancer was much shorter and curvier than Helga, and her golden brown skin and dark hair was probably some type of Hispanic, especially considering her light accent. He watched as Cherry settled Helga into the booth, took the cash and waited for the next song. "20 gets you one song," she said as the music turned to some 90s R&B jam he vaguely recognized. Helga bounced in the seat lightly.

"I love this song!" Helga bopped a few times before she settled back as Cherry began her lap dance, but she soon turned and began to touch Helga, squeezing the blonde's breasts as she exclaimed her surprise that they were real and lamenting her own need for silicone enhancement. Helga gave a throaty laugh as her head tipped back and she enjoyed the sensual touch and dance. A couple other dancers floated closer and also expressed jealousy at Helga's generous breasts and also wanted to dance so they could touch.

"Well I'm out of cash, but you're welcome to feel them," Helga slurred to the gaggle of girls. Most of the girls thanked her but drifted away. One girl was incredibly forceful as she gripped with both hands, startling Helga into giggles. Arnold felt his pants get incredibly tight as he watched with wide eyes at his friend's sudden descent into hedonism. He saw the sheen of sweat on her shoulders and chest, the dull flush that started on her cheeks and descended down into the top of her dress. He swore he could even see her nipples through the black velvet dress, though that was probably impossible with the low lighting and the dense fabric covering her.

"Hey darling, you want a dance too?" The husky voice of the forceful redheaded dancer drew his eyes away from Helga and he was shocked to find himself propelled into the booth and pressed up against Helga as he was shoved into the seat next to her. Her breath escaped in a silent puff as he dug for his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.

"For both of us," he said indicating himself and Helga with the cash before handing it over to Cherry. He didn't turn his head but he felt Helga's stare as a brand, as the girl straddled his left leg and Helga's right. The forceful girl dropped between Cherry's legs and began to undulate her body against Cherry's. Arnold knew this was a terrible idea, but felt emboldened by the semi privacy of the darkened booth and the sensual play between Cherry and the other dancer.

"Can you get closer?" Cherry was balanced precariously on their knees as Helga had tried to scoot as far away from him as possible when he'd sat down. Arnold grunted and slid his hand behind Helga, grabbing her hip and tugging until she was plastered against him. Cherry grabbed Helga's thigh and slid it on top of Arnold's almost exposing Helga as she half turned with the motion. Helga let out a moan as Cherry slid her hands over her shoulders and down her back. Arnold nearly cursed as Helga's back arched and her leg slid over his lap even more. He resisted the urge to hump against her hip as she was lost in whatever Cherry was doing. Her eyes had drifted closed and she was humming in pleasure as her body lifted up against the smaller dancer. Cherry smiled triumphantly before switching with the other dancer.

"What's your name?" Arnold's gruff question caught him by surprise and he watched as Helga's eyes darted between him and the tall statuesque redhead.

"Destiny." She was much more forceful in arranging Helga and Arnold in order to do her dance. Arnold's arm was still trapped behind Helga, loosely gripping her left hip. Destiny sat in between the cradle of Helga's thighs and began grinding, shoving Helga's leg more forcefully against Arnold's dick. He hissed as he ground up against the delicious pressure. Helga yelped and turned wide eyes to Arnold but he avoided her eyes as he buried his head in the hollow of her shoulder. Helga groaned as she felt his lips brush against the side of her neck.

They missed Destiny's self-satisfied smile as she continued to press against them and dance, Cherry also was smiling at the couple obviously lost in this sensual experience.

Arnolds hand grabbed onto Helga's knee that was now completely across his legs, his fingers dug in as he slid his lips up the column of her neck, helpless to deny the driving need that compelled him to use his left hand to tug her hips even closer. He felt buoyed by lust as the two strippers were now on either side of him helping to drape Helga's body even more lewdly across his. They blocked the view out but Arnold didn't even care who saw as he pulled Helga more snugly against him. Helga's hand came up to grip the back of his head as she tilted her head even farther, her dress slipping to display hot pink lace along the neckline of her bra. He didn't know if it was Cherry or Destiny who gripped her ribcage and tilted so that her breasts were lifted even higher, but he definitely heard Helga's breathless "yessss" and felt as her ass ground down against him. His eyes almost rolled back in his head as his fingers dug deep into her hips pulling her so hard against him she couldn't be in doubt about her effect on him. Eventually the two girls started to separate them. Efficient and practical they drew Helga to standing, sandwiching her between them as they brought her back down to earth. But he wanted nothing more than to drag her back into the booth and fuck her until they both couldn't walk. He took a bracing breath as the songs ended and the two girls thanked them for the dance.

Helga was silent as he gripped her elbow and led her back to their table on wobbly legs. He handed her into the seat, lifted his chin at Rhonda who seemed to get that she needed a little supervision and then he hastened to the bathroom. After a few handfuls of cold water on his face and neck he seemed to regain his rationality. Fucking his former best friend in a strip club probably wasn't the best idea, even if his dick kept insisting it was.

He made it back to the table and saw Helga warily teasing the group for being too chicken to get dances. Sid and Stinky seemed oblivious but that knowing gleam in Rhonda's eyes told him their little jaunt hadn't gone unnoticed. Sid and Rhonda drifted around the room looking for a girl, but when they bought a dance Sid sat and received a solo dance while Rhonda watched with an intent gaze that was part jealous part lust. Then Stinky was ribbed when they returned and he was the only one who hadn't gotten a dance. He wandered off and got a dance from a beautiful statuesque black woman before returning to the group with a sheepish, dazed expression.

"Ready to go?" he asked when he got back. Rhonda and Sid yawned and nodded as Helga was lamenting not getting to say goodbye to Cherry. Rhonda laughed as she shook her head at the blonde.

Arnold shepherded everyone out and noticed that Helga stayed as far away as possible from him, and he cursed in his head. He hoped letting his libido off its leash hadn't ruined their friendship. He winced, well even more than it already had been. He was unusually quiet as they drove back to their hotel. Rhonda and Stinky were arguing about if strippers were liberated or oppressed by their jobs. Helga put in a couple arguments for both sides which made his smile quirk, always tackling both sides of an issue, just like in debate in high school, and even more so since she started litigation.

Soon enough they were back at the hotel and splitting off into their separate rooms. Sid and Rhonda hung back while Stinky headed into the room and Arnold walked behind Helga whose posture was extremely stiff and tense. He longed to reach out and soothe her, erase that tension. He longed for her return to that languid hedonist trapped between his legs. He paused as they reached the small alcove where their doors lay, he held his breath as she turned to him, but she was focusing on the floor and not looking at him.

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Sorry it's not super long… but here's the next little bit… Did we have fun at the strip club? What debauchery can our friends get into now? If you have any requests/suggestions for this please drop me a line!