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Fic Title and Inspiration - "Ol' Sin City" by Lydia von Hof
Sophie had holed up in Park City, Montana. She had run after the whole thing with Kyle and wound up just outside Billings. It was a small town, but big enough that newcomers weren’t looked at with suspicion by the town gossips. Hell, she had even gotten a job. And that’s where she currently was, clocking out for her break.
Sophie found a table at the cafe, sat down, and checked her email absentmindedly.
Congratulations! Your trip has been booked to Las Vegas!
Her eyes blinked at the subject line. She read it again.
She looked around at the mostly empty cafe, got up, and went out the back door. Nothing but dirt, gravel, and 3 cars.
She opened Signal and dialed the first –and only– number in her contacts list.
“Margo, what the fuck?!” she whisper yelled.
“Well good afternoon to you too. What do I owe the pleasure?” Margo responded, subtly chiding Sophie on her lack of Southern manners in a way that caused butterflies in Sophie’s stomach.
“I can’t fly!” Sophie clenched her free hand as her exasperation got the better of her.
“Sure you can! Unless you have some sort of fear of flyin’ I don’t know about.”
“Um, no. It’s not that. There’s just like, I don’t know, security! There are cameras everywhere. That’s something you lot made sure of!”
“Hold your horses, sugar. It’s a private airport. Private plane. No security. All the pilot knows is that they are to pick up a woman named Sophie and bring her here. All you need to do is get yourself to the Yellowstone Flying Club next Friday night.”
“Ok, but why , Margo? I finally got settled here. I have a job! Don’t you think it’ll look suspicious if I up and leave?”
Margo cut in, abruptly, “I miss you.”
Sophie shuffled her feet, kicking a loose piece of gravel between them, and took a deep breath. “I miss you, too.”
“Then come to Vegas. I’ve got it all set up real nice. Everything you could ever want. And no one’s in anyone else’s business. You know… they do have a well-known sayin’ around here.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t wanna get out of there. Even for a little while. A long weekend trip? Have some fun?”
Sophie looked down the long, unkempt road that seemed to go on forever. She felt the sweat drip down her brow.
“Yeah. Ok. I’ll see you next week. My break’s almost over so I gotta go.”
She shoved the phone in her pocket, kicked the gravel one last time, and reentered the restaurant, slamming the door behind her.
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Sophie’s plane touched down at the Henderson Executive Airport at 4:12 pm, 17 minutes ahead of schedule. She felt better about the whole trip after the two glasses of champagne the flight attendant had offered her. As the plane taxied into the hangar, a black Suburban rolled to the entrance.
Sophie’s heart leapt into her throat as she thought about that night in Boston… and the night of the memorial… and the morning after Abby’s death…
“C’mon! Get in the car, bitch!”
Sophie, jerked out of her trip down bad-memory lane, smiled down at the woman in the backseat. And her heart leapt for another reason. The driver was already taking her bag from the flight attendant, so she walked down the stairs and half-skipped to the open door. Margo met her with a hug, followed closely by another glass of champagne as the car began to drive. Sophie shrank a little, as if to hide herself from the world outside.
“You don’t need to worry about cameras here, darlin’. These windows barely let the sun through.” Margo reassured the blonde.
Sophie smiled at Margo. “You know, sometimes I can’t tell if you’re being real or if it’s some southern idiom I haven’t heard yet.”
“Oh it’s very real. You can’t see the streetlights, can you?” Margo countered, with a twinkle in her eye. “No one will see in here. I promise.”
Margo leaned over and placed a kiss just below Sophie’s ear, lingering. “Now relax, sweetheart. This weekend’s just for us.”
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It had taken all of five minutes for Margo to strip Sophie, and that included the walk from the car to the private elevator that led the two women to the penthouse in the Bellagio. They had then spent the next several hours in bed. Sophie sighed contentedly as she rolled to face Margo, who had left the bed to bring their room service in from the living room. (Yes, this hotel room was big enough to have a living room what the fuck) Sophie observed.
“I took the liberty of pre-ordering some food. I’m sure you’re not eating this well in Park City.” Margo opened the cloche nearest Sophie to show an assortment of sushi. Sophie’s mouth started to water. “Sushi and all the fixin’s. Only the best for my girl.”
Sophie smiled as she got out of bed and reached for the robe hanging by the nightstand. “Oh my GOD this is soft!” Sophie exclaimed. She joined Margo at the table, where Sophie could see tuna sashimi and other dishes had been laid out, along with a bottle of Pinot Noir, already open and aerating.
Margo beamed at Sophie. “Well sit down, darlin’. I just know you’ve worked up a huuuuge appetite.” she teased.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Sophie cutely curtsied with her robe before she sat.
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With their glasses half empty and their stomachs gently full, both women were leaning back in their chairs, and enjoying the view of the historic fountain.
“Oh, hey,” Margo tapped Sophie’s knee, “I got us a box at the Aces game tomorrow.”
“Like, the WNBA team? How?”
“I know the owner. Don’t worry about it”
“I’m sorry, you know the owner, or you’re sleeping with him?”
“Do you really want to know the answer to that, sugar?”
Sophie paused for a moment. “Not really.”
“Now, listen, I told you this weekend was for us, and that’s exactly what it’s goin’ to be.”
“I know we’re in Vegas and all and there’s lots to do, but I kinda thought we’d just lay low. I mean, it’s not exactly a good idea for us to be seen together.”
“Well then we won’t be seen.” Margo stated, matter of factly.
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The next day, Sophie was putting the finishing touches on her makeup as Margo turned off her shower. “You know, I looked up the owner of the Aces.”
Margo hmmm’d in the way that Sophie knew meant “yes, and?”
“Aaaaand…” Sophie continued, “I don’t think I have any reason to be concerned about how you know him. I mean, the hair alone, Margo.”
Margo chuckled to herself as she stepped out of the shower and Sophie found herself very distracted. “See somethin’ you like?”
“Yeah, obviously.” Sophie blushed.
“Good, cause you’re right. He has nothin’ on you.”
Sophie beamed, and Margo reached for Sophie’s hips in an attempt to pull her closer.
“Woah! Wait! No! You are soaking wet. I am not ruining my outfit. We have to get going!”
“Fine. I’ll just do this, then.” Margo reached for Sophie’s chin and pulled it closer til their lips met. It was a simple kiss, but Margo pushed just a little further, letting her tongue prod at the seal of Sophie’s lips for just a moment before pulling away.
Sophie groaned.
“C’mon, sugar!” Margo slapped Sophie’s ass. “You said it yourself! We have to get goin’!”
“YOU’RE the naked one!”
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Margo followed Sophie into the suite at the stadium, thanking the usher who held the door open for them.
“See, we made it just in time, darlin’. Sounds like they’re about to tip off.” Margo slipped her hand into Sophie’s and pulled her towards the front of the suite as the blonde marveled at the room they found themselves in.
“You’re sure no one will see us?” Sophie asked, tentatively.
“With those glasses? No! It’s practically a fashion statement here. No one cares. Take a look!” Margo gestured to the crowd where a multitude of VIPs sat front row, designer frames adorning their faces. “Now, do you know anything about basketball?”
“A little,” Sophie shrugged, “I mean, Harvard has teams and sometimes Grant would drag me along with him. Do you?”
“Not a bit.”
Sophie chuckled in surprise. “Really?”
“No ma’am. Not one lick.”
Like a pavlovian response, Sophie licked her lips.
The announcer boomed over the stadium speakers, “And the first quarter begins, NOW!” The crowd roared in excitement and the two women fixed their eyes on the court far below them.
“Wow,” Sophie breathed, “those women are…”
“Hot?”
“Well, I was gonna say tall, but yeah, I guess that, too.”
“You can say it, darlin’. Just cause you’re sleeping with me, doesn’t mean you can’t think they’re pretty.”
Sophie chuckled “Yeah, they’re…” She took a breath. “They’re hot.”
“There ya go, girlie. See, the one thing I do know about this league is they’re not gonna judge you for who you wanna kiss.” Margo took a step back and spun Sophie around, so that Sophie’s back was to the railing as Margo closed the distance between them. Margo’s hands cupped Sophie’s chin as she leaned down to kiss the shorter woman.
“And I hope you know, I always wanna kiss you .” Margo’s forehead rested against Sophie's, eyes staring intently through Sophie’s sunglasses.
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The score was 48-46, with the Aces barely holding the lead over the New York Liberty at the half. The two women had found drinks at the self-serve bar near the back of the suite and were now seated in the front row, feet propped on the rails. Sophie cheered loudly as the High Rollers dance crew gave their final bows and left the court and Bucket$, the Aces mascot, began threading through the sections in the arena to hype the crowd as they returned to their seats.
“God, I hope I look that good when I’m 50,” Sophie sighed wistfully.
Margo turned her attention on the shorter woman with an appraising look.
“I’ll think you look good at any age.”
Sophie continued as if she hadn’t heard the older woman, “Or be as strong as those women on the court - Have you seen Chelsea’s biceps?!”
“Hey! Hey, Sophie, stop spiralin’. I mean, yes, I have and wow , but you are perfect, ok?”
Sophie’s eyes latched onto Margo’s and Margo could see the trepidation in them. She nodded reassuringly and Sophie hesitated, then nodded back.
Down on the court, Bucket$ and one lucky fan, (Margo had no idea what contest they won or how they were chosen) attempted a half court shot. The announcer hyped the crowd up, and both women’s attention was pulled to see if they made it. Unfortunately for the fan, they hit the backboard but no bucket. As a chorus of “awws” echoed through the arena, Sophie’s hand slid from her own thigh to rest on Margo’s. She gently squeezed, just once, and Margo didn’t think she’d ever smiled bigger in her life.
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The Aces were down by 10 with about five minutes to go in the fourth quarter. One of the teams had called a timeout, but for the life of her, Margo couldn’t figure out which. Not that she really cared. She and Sophie hadn’t moved from their seats since halftime. Sophie’s hand had found its way back to Margo’s thigh every time Sophie settled back in from cheering for a good play. Margo loved seeing how invested in the game the blonde woman had become.
“AND NOW, THE COLDPLAY CAM” the announcer’s voice reverberated.
“Oh my god. Oh my god ohmygod Margo!” Sophie tensed. “We can’t be seen together andtheyreabouttoexposeaffairsonCAMERA!”
“Breathe, darlin’, there’s thousands of people in here and I’m sure we’ll be just fine.” Just then, the Coldplay cam “caught” Bucket$ with one of the player’s wives.
In the suite next to theirs.
Sophie stood quickly and practically ran to the back of the suite. Margo, only slightly more collected, picked up both their champagne flutes and followed, trying not to betray her nervousness.
“Look, hun, we’re just refilling our champagne, maybe grabbing something to eat. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m almost positive this is all for show, anyway.” Sophie shied away from Margo’s touch, so Margo sighed and set about refilling both glasses.
At the edge of the island, Sophie rested her arms on the countertop, wringing her hands together. Margo approached, and passed the younger woman her glass.
“If I get caught, we both get arrested , Margo.” Sophie’s hand shook. “I should never have come here with you.”
“Baby, I know you’re scared. But I promise you I have done everything to ensure complete privacy, ok? Mark,” Sophie rolled her eyes “knows what I needed from him and he did it, alright? We’re safe here. Just you and me.” Margo gently placed her hands on top of Sophie’s which had almost stopped trembling. “Now let’s get back out there, alright? We’ll stay behind the seats, but our team needs us! Down 10? We gotta be out there!”
Sophie nodded and Margo kissed her temple. They both picked up their glasses, and Margo slid her hand into Sophie’s, pulling her to the railing.
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Two minutes of gameplay had elapsed, and the Aces had reduced the deficit to 4. Sophie was buzzing. It was like she was vibrating out of her skin, attaching to the collective energy of the crowd.
“I thought you said you didn’t really know basketball, Boston.” Margo teased, sauntering back to the bar top after a bathroom break.
“How can you not be swept up in the excitement, Margo?” Sophie countered.
Margo closed the distance to Sophie, now standing next to her at the bar. She swung her arm around Sophie’s waist, her hand coming to rest on Sophie’s backside.
Another Aces basket had the crowd on their feet again. Margo squeezed Sophie’s ass and shifted her feet to stand slightly behind Sophie, her chest flush with the blonde’s back. Sophie leaned back, savoring the warmth. Margo’s hand slid around to graze the front of Sophie’s thigh, and she could have sworn she heard Sophie moan.
“You’re going to have to cheer louder than that if you want the team to hear you, darlin’.” Margo breathed in Sophie’s ear, eyes still focused on the action on the court.
“You know that wasn’t meant for the players, Margo.” Sophie rolled her eyes while her lips curved upward.
Margo reached further ahead of Sophie to ghost her fingertips over the younger woman’s center. Sophie’s midthigh skirt offered little resistance once Margo split the pleats. Sophie gasped in response, and her body stiffened against Margo’s.
“Margo. It’s so exposed here.”
“And I told you I took care of it. Trust me. Enjoy the game, baby.”
Margo leaned down to kiss Sophie’s neck, right where it curved to meet her shoulder. She bit down, ever so slightly. She knew there would be a mark, but not for too long. The taller woman pushed Sophie’s hair over both shoulders so she had access to the back of the younger woman’s neck. She licked a slow strip up the length as she heard Sophie whisper, “I trust you, Margo.”
While Margo was occupied, the Liberty had taken two free throws, but based on the cheering Margo heard, they missed both. Jackie Young scored, bringing the Aces even closer to a tie game.
At that, Margo picked her head up and focused on the court. “The image of a passionate fan” she thought to herself.
Margo’s fingers released the skirt fabric, and, when it was loose enough, reached her hand underneath, finding soaked lace underwear. Her own pleasure now getting the best of her, Margo brushed more insistently at Sophie’s center, increasing pressure with each pass. She could feel Sophie melting into her, so she wrapped her free arm around Sophie’s waist. The Aces scored again, and Margo took advantage of the cacophony of noise to pull the fabric barrier aside and grind her fingers down into Sophie, who cried out in pleasure.
Another timeout. One minute, two seconds left on the clock. Sophie spun around, hands gripping Margo’s waist. “I can’t do this here anymore,” she whispered as she pushed Margo back and guided her to the couch. Sophie reached up with a hand to Margo’s neck, as she had done what seemed like a thousand times before, and pushed Margo down.
Sophie’s other hand gripped the back of the couch next to Margo’s head. She straddled Margo, one knee holding most of her weight off Margo to give easy access to her clit. Margo was pleased with Sophie’s growing confidence, but she had a plan. The older woman’s hands slid up and down Sophie’s thighs, caressing the muscles with a priestess-like devotion.
“But how are you going to watch the game, Soph?”
“Do I look like I give a fuck about the game right now, Margo?” Sophie retorted, leaning in to kiss Margo roughly.
Margo kissed back for a moment, then enacted her plan. One hand grasped Sophie’s waist, the other went to her shoulder. Margo pushed and forced the smaller woman up. Sophie looked confused and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Margo spun her around to face the flat screen tv across the room from the couch.
“Sit.” Margo’s voice had taken on a husky tone.
“What do you mean?” Sophie turned her head to ask.
“Ahoy, bitch! Hop on!” Margo grabbed Sophie’s hips and pulled the blonde down into her lap.
“Now you can watch the game,” Margo gestured to the TV, “and I can fuck you at the same time.” Margo growled into Sophie’s ear as her right hand slid under Sophie’s skirt and teased their way past the hem of Sophie’s underwear. “Don’t take your eyes off, baby.”
The Liberty scored again to take the lead. The crowd groaned just as Margo inserted her first finger. Sophie gasped in response, but kept her eyes on the screen.
“That’s my good girl. Following directions, just like I told you.” Margo’s voice was even huskier than a moment before, if that was possible.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me.” Margo added a second finger, curling them into Sophie and eliciting a shriek from the blonde. Margo’s left hand joined her other under Sophie’s skirt to toy with the younger woman’s clit. She brushed over twice. The younger woman cried out, clearly approaching the edge. Thank god for the close game, because Sophie’s screams couldn’t be heard beyond the walls of the suite. Margo glanced at the screen to see what was going on with the game.
The Aces shot hit the rim and bounced out to a Liberty player. Time out. “What’s the score now, baby?”
“84-82 New York,” Sophie gasped between each statement, “They’ll have the ball. 15 seconds left.”
Margo slowed her pace, checking in with the blonde while the crowd noise quieted during the timeout.
“How’s my girl doing?” Margo gently queried.
“Wishing you’d pick up speed, Margo.” Sophie sounded exasperated. Right where Margo wanted her. Whistles on the court signaled the end of the timeout, and Margo wasted no time.
New York inbounded the ball.
Margo’s left hand reached up under Sophie’s shirt to pinch the younger woman’s nipple.
Natasha Cloud dribbled to the top of the key.
Sophie moaned as Margo’s right thumb reached up and rubbed circles around her clit.
Chelsea Gray hounded Cloud on defense.
Margo bit Sophie’s earlobe.
Gray poked the ball out from under Cloud, and Jackie Young took possession. 8 seconds left.
The brunette’s fingers sped up.
New York scrambled back on defense. 6 seconds left.
Sophie arched her back to open more room for Margo’s right hand.
A’ja Wilson sprinted from under the basket to the 3 point line.
Margo’s left hand roughly brushed over Sophie’s nipple.
Pass to A’ja. 4 seconds.
Sophie cried out loudly as Margo whispered “Are you ready, Soph?”
A’ja lost the defense. Wide open 3. She takes it!
Sophie came undone. The crowd was deafening but all Margo could hear was the sound of her lover’s pleasure. The passion they had built coming to a head at the final moment of the game. She slowed her pace as Sophie’s cries quieted, catching her own breath.
Sophie turned her head to connect her lips with Margo’s. When they parted, Margo spoke.
“Good game.” A wink.
“Yeah,” Sophie sighed, still breathless.
“You wanna come again?”
“To a game, or…?”
Margo hummed, mulling over her answer. “Yes.”
The older woman beamed at the blonde in her lap. The two devolved into a fit of giggles, happy from champagne, high from the win, and lucky in love.