The Bing Girl | By : Kanashii Category: S through Z > The Sopranos Views: 4630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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(This story takes
place after the incidence where Ralph Cifaretto killed Tracy…At the end of the
show we see a ‘new’ dancer coming into the club… This is her story)
Chapter 1: The Interview
Danielle waited patiently in the bar area of
the Bada Bing, it was not during normal business hours so there were no
customers around, on the stage were two stunningly beautiful girls who were
topless but wore mini skirts, they were practicing some new moves and dances
for their upcoming shifts. A couple times they had glanced over at the girl
sitting quietly at the bar, but they were far more interested in perfecting
their routine.
Danielle was not a
hard luck case, not some ‘good girl’ who did exotic dancing to pay for the
health of a sick family member or her college education. Instead it was
something more insidious and darker within her.
She honestly enjoyed performing in front of all the men, knowing they were
watching her, knowing she was almost like some little piece of meat for their
amusement and arousal, and even better they were getting aroused by her.
She had the power to do that to them and it was a heady
experience indeed. But best of all was the money, lots of easy money for doing
something she enjoyed doing deep within the dark depths of her soul. She had
danced before for a month at the Gin Club, but it had shut down just two weeks
ago with no explanation and she had found the ad in the local ‘Jersey paper for
a dancer at the Bada Bing.
“So what do ya
want?” A voice startled her out of her memories a moment; the speaker was a
huge man with vivid tattoos all over his beefy arms and neck. “Yer waiting for
Sil right? What do ya want to drink?” he asked again and Danielle could feel
him appraising her almost lewdly.
“Oh a diet coke is
fine.” She said with a slight sexy toss of her long dark hair. With a half
smirk, the big bouncer/bartender got her coke and placed it on the counter in
front of her. “Hope ya get the job.” He half leered again and then went over to
mess with the ice machine.
Sipping her coke she
glanced around at the nightclub, this one wasn’t half bad. Even though the
outside looked a bit run down she was surprised the inside was quite nice,
someone had put some fairly decent money into this place. Some loud voices
startled her out of her glancing around as three men came into the club from
the back. One caught her eyes first; he was an exquisite and sharp dresser, his
dark hair perfectly brushed out every hair in place. One glance at the
expensive Rolex and solid gold chain at his wrist told her he had some serious
money. He had dark set eyes and a rather dour face, “Look Paulie, I ain’t
telling ya again…” the man spoke, “That business you take out of my club, got
it? After that shit a few days ago with Ralphie I don’t need anymore
heartache.”
“Hey come on here
Sil…” the second man spoke. Danielle could instantly tell there was something
both compelling and yet very dangerous with this man. An older gentleman, he
looked like a typical New Jersey wiseguy-gangster type. His hair was also
neatly brushed back and he actually had white wingtips in it, but it was his
eyes that spoke volumes of his strength, power and volatile temper. “It’s not
like I ask this favor all the time, ya know?” The two men squared off a moment,
their eyes meeting like powerful lasers, unspoken messages flowing between
them.
“One time Paulie,
that’s it.” Sil motioned, “Just the one…” he held up one finger almost in
Paulie’s face, “and then don’t say I don’t help you out, Ok?”
A wide grin spread
across Paulie’s face then, a cross between friendship for Sil and yet with
something dark hidden underneath. “Yeah, of course I understand Sil. I
appreciate it; we go way back ya know?”
“I know and that is
the only reason I am letting you do this thing.” The two men briefly patted
each others shoulders as they began heading towards her.
Danielle caught
sight of the last man who had been quiet and totally unemotional throughout the
whole conversation. He was tall, well muscled with longish hair tied back
tightly in a ponytail. For a brief moment his ice blue eyes flickered across
Danielle and she felt an icy chill slide down her very core. He made a brief
motion with his chin and Sil turned and glanced over at her.
“Thanks, Furio. Give
me some time alone in the back; go have a drink you two.” Sil nodded to Paulie
and apparently the intimidating Furio.
Now it was just the
elegantly dressed Sil who was walking over to her. “You the girl who called
responding to the ad?” he asked in a no-nonsense tone.
“Yeah, I’m
Danielle.” She said as she extended her hand to him and turning on the charm,
she knew first impressions were everything in this business. Competition was fierce.
“Hi.”
“Yeah, Hi
sweetheart,” Sil said with not even a break in stride, “follow me.”
Danielle immediately
felt the achingly familiar tingle down below in her most private parts. Already
this man had made her feel like just a simple piece of property with his mere
words and casual actions. She could tell he was strong, powerful and used to
getting what he wanted when he wanted it done. Immediately she fell in strep
behind him as she continued to analyze his body, his movements. Even though he
was probably in his early 50’s he was in good shape and still stunningly
handsome in a rugged way.
He opened the door
to an a back office that had a pool table, several desks and like most dance
clubs several pictures of naked girls all over the walls. She did note the
picture of Frank Sinatra on the back wall.
“I’m Silvio Dante,
owner of the Bing, have a seat.” He motioned her with one hand to a chair as he
sat down behind the desk. “You’ve done this kind of work before, right? Dancing
I mean.”
“Yeah, I mean yes, I
used to dance at the Gin club before they went out of business.” She said.
A sudden almost evil
smirk lit up Silvio Dante’s eyes. “Oh yeah, that place, the one that was about
4 miles from here. I been there a couple times, I may have seen ya. Shame about
that robbery and fire they had…” Silvio just let that comment dangle as he
fished around in his desk for some paperwork. “Anyways, so show me what ya
got.” He glanced up at her as if he was discussing who the Yankee’s would be
playing on Saturday.
Danielle was not
surprised at this request either; most people who were going to hire you to
strip wanted to make sure you had the body and moves to do the work. “Got any
music?” she asked.
Silvio glanced up a
moment as if she was kidding, “Darlin’ hum a few bars of the Star Spangled
banner if it floats yer boat, just show me what you got.”
Now she was really
getting warm, already she could feel her nipples hardening at his tone, his
total casualness in this whole thing. She was determined to make Silvio Dante
find out exactly why she was a good dancer. She wanted to make him notice her
damn it!
Standing up she
began to sensuously slide off her top as she began to move her body to a rhythm
within her heart and soul that only she could hear. She knew what it was; it
was the primal urge of wanting this man, this tough guy to see exactly what she
had, to make him crave her, to make him see her.
Her eyes half closed
as she began to move in the graceful dance of pure raw eroticism, her hips
moving invitingly as she slipped out of her skirt, then her fingers sliding to
the top of her thong underwear and moving it slowly and sensuously down her
hip.
“There ya go,
looking good Darlin’.” Silvio encouraged her. “Keep going; make me want to add
you to my stables.”
His words of “make me want to add you to MY stables” nearly rocked her very psyche
and essence. She did want to have him control her; own her like some exotic sex
lioness who would perform at his command. And she now danced her heart and soul
out to Silvio, determined to seduce him with not just her body, because she
knew he had seen plenty of attractive bodies, but her very soul. It was her
very heart and soul she wanted Silvio Dante to see. She danced as she had never
danced before, as in her mind she saw not only Silvio, but the other one,
Paulie… Imagined both of them watching her, craving her then fucking her until
she was totally used and exhausted.
“Very nice indeed…”
Silvio was now smiling, his eyes looking at her akin to the way a lion looks at
a choice baby antelope. “What did you say yer name was again?”
“Danielle.” She
purred at him as she now began to crawl around the desk, her eyes glued to his
handsome frame as he sat on his chair.
“Danielle…” he
repeated the name again as if calculating, pondering. “That’s it come on over
here and make me want you…” his eyes were now growing darker with lust and yet
something else hidden beneath them.
She was right at his
leg and he reached down and his strong hand snaked into her long hair in a
dominant gesture as he half pulled her onto his lap. His hand now began
trailing over her body, around her breasts, feeling them almost roughly. “Well,
well… The real deal.” He smiled even wider, “That’s nice sweetheart, not too
many gals in this business still have their own tits. Yours are nice though.”
He ran his thumb along her aroused nipples. “Cold or excited?” he asked her,
his eyes a playful darkness.
“Excited…” She
murmured, oh god it was suddenly so hard
to breathe, it was like being in the clutches of some dark lion or wolf.
Arousing, and frightening but so damn fucking sexy!
“Are you a little
slut Danielle?” Silvio’s voice was now rough with passion, “You like being a
little whore?” his hand had closed almost roughly around her hair as he pulled
her face down near his well pressed pants. With his other hand he unzipped his
fly as he freed his cock. “You wanna be my little pet whore?” His eyes seemed
to tear into her heart and soul. “Make me want you!” he ordered.
Obediently she set
her pouty lips to work on his cock, taking it in her mouth and running her
tongue up and down its shaft. Immediately it began springing to life at her
touch, and this fueled her even more. Now opening more of her mouth, she took
him whole in her mouth and began working with a fevered frenzied on his
magnificent cock. He smelled so hot, so fucking sexy. A hint of cologne, the
smell of fine clothing, a subtle scent of a dangerous man upon him but right
now she knew he was hers, she had his undivided attention and she was arousing
the shit out of him.
As if sensing
exactly what she craved, what she needed, Silvio now leaned back as he kept his
hand still entwined within her hair his muscles contracted as he now began
driving her head by the hair up and down his shaft as he fucked her mouth and
throat.
“That’s it my little bitch…” his voice was a mind blowing
tone of both command and yet a deep arousal “That’s it, make me cum in that
sweet lil’ bitch mouth of yours… I will own you, you know that don’t ya?” he was
panting in total ecstasy of the moment.
He knew he wouldn’t get any answer from her
as he was pistoning her head up and down his throbbing manhood using her for
his pleasure. But he also reached down and now began to roughly roll and pinch
those hot sweet nipples of hers, bringing her pleasure and sensations that
rocked up and down her nerves.
“Yeah, you like
that, you like my touch…” he growled again as he felt his balls beginning to
get ready to pump his hot seed down her throat. “Lemme see you finger yourself,
yeah, like that.” He was watching her now as her fingers sought out her aching
nub to bring it relief.
Danielle felt her
first orgasm wash over her the minute he allowed her, ordered her to touch
herself! She was flicking her fingers across her clit and then began to pump
her fingers into her own tight hole as she imagined all the ways this good
looking Man of Honor could put her sexy body to his use.
“Oh Fuck!” Silvio
now groaned his head thrown back a bit as he practically rammed her head onto
him. She was nearly choking, desperately trying to breathe as his cock filled
her mouth, pounded cruelly down the back of her throat. Breathe, suck, breathe, suck! She thought
she would pass out from the high of all the various emotions running through
her very psyche. When she thought she couldn’t breathe anymore, she felt his
hot seed shoot down the back of her throat as she worked to suck every last
drop, to leave him clean. She wanted to please him, wanted to make him care for
her, need her!
He released her hair
and she respectfully cleaned his cock of any traces of their hot oral sex.
“That’s nice Danielle, yeah…” he gently patted her head a moment almost as one
would a favored dog, “ok, ease off there.” With a lighthearted chuckle he
gently pushed her away. “Lemme see those fingers…”
She held up the
fingers she had been fucking herself with, her own juices dripped down them
coating her entire hand.
“Oh yeah, yer a hot
one! A nice little whore bitch. I like ya kid.” Silvio chuckled lightly as he
took out a box of wet wipes and after grabbing some tossed a couple to her and
then began to meticulously clean off his cock. “Yeah, I think I might have you
dance here at the Bing.” He tossed his used wipe into the trash, and motioned
for her to do the same after she had cleaned off her fingers, pussy and lips.
“Stand up here next to me.” He ordered again as he tucked his cock back in his
pants and stood up next to her.
She still felt her
world spinning with an orgasmic high, thought her feet might go out from under
her as her dark interviewer now began to feel up and down the length of her
whole body, the same way a veterinarian would examine an animal. He checked her
teeth, her hair, checked her cunt, her legs…There was not a place on her that
Silvio’s hands did not clinically run over and examine, and the whole time his
eyes were as professional as a doctors, pondering, thinking, planning.
“Yer not marked up,
that’s good. Virgin flesh pays better. No scars, no tattoos or anything else…”
he nodded then barely under his breathe added, “yet.”
She practically
shivered in want beneath his touch, the sound of his voice, the scent of his
mere body within her presence. Fuckin’
Christ but he was so arousingly sexy!
“Ok, get dressed.”
He ordered as he sat back down at his desk and pulled out several sheets of
paper. “You need to get these filled out, there’s a planned parenthood clinic
down the street…The standard AIDS test and VD tests, if yer smart you will take
a vitamin supplement to keep you in shape, and watch the weight gain. I am
really picky on that.” He glanced up at her a moment, “No drugs or drinking
while your performing, unless your in the VIP room.” He shoved another sheet of
paper at her. “Your tits are fine for now, no need for any implants, teeth are
good. I like a minimal investment.” He nodded as if he was talking to his
paperweight and not her. He was back to being all business and concise.
This aroused her as
well; the way he could turn it on and off at the drop of a hat rocked her soul.
“Fill this out
here…” he pointed to another sheet of paper, “and make sure you put a working
cell phone or home phone I can reach you at… If I gotta come looking for you,
you will not be a happy camper, got it?”
She nodded and
filled out a sheet of paper that basically asked for her name, address, phone
numbers and any other way to contact her.
“And this too…
Standard procedure, you know that if you danced at the Gin Club.” He groused as
he pointed to the final paragraph.
The last paragraph
of the employment form was fairly standard, stating she would not hold the Bada
Bing, Silvio Dante or his associates (her mind thought about Paulie) liable for
any injuries while on the job. It also then went into something about any ‘debts’
owed would result in as much work and employment as the Bada Bing LTD. Wanted
to hold her accountable for until said debts were paid off. This part was new
to her; she had never seen that before either at the Gin Club or any other
employment form. But she so wanted this job, wanted to be a part of these men’s
world that she signed it without missing a heartbeat.
“Very nice, good.”
Silvio said as he quickly scooped up the paper and slid it into his desk. He
dug around for a moment and then suddenly dropped a bundle of cash as thick as
a paperback book in front of her. She
could already see the first bill as a 100$ bill staring back at her. She
blinked a moment, this was not common. Usually in most clubs the women were on
a one week probation to see how much they could bring in.
Silvio half chuckled
at her surprised stare. “It’s a 2500$ advance loan.” He said as if this was
mere pennies to him. “I like my girls to dress nice, understand. Sexy.” He
nodded and pouted at her a moment. “You start next week on Monday night, make
sure to talk to Georgie on the way out, he’s the big guy behind the bar. You
know the one with the eye patch and all the tattoos.” Silvio nodded again, “Oh…
and Danielle.” He glanced up at her a brief moment.
She glanced up at
him a moment, her eyes meeting his dark penetrating gaze. “Yes?”
“Don’t disappoint
me, Ok? See, Georgie out there…” Sil pointed with his thumb behind him, “He’s a
pussycat. He keeps the male customers in line. But if you fuck up, you will
have me and Furio on your back, and you don’t want that, Ok?”
She vaguely
remembered who ‘Furio’ was, that scary looking fellow with the ponytail and
while he was good looking, he scared the shit out of her. She nodded trying to
sound brave, “I got it.” She said and stood up as Silvio boldly slipped the
2500$ into her purse.
She and Silvio
walked out of the office and she saw him walk back to where Paulie and Furio
were sitting without even a ‘goodbye’ to her. She glanced again at the tough
looking Paulie and that really scary Furio and then turned to the big fellow
behind the bar. “Silvio said I should see you, I start next Monday.”
A dark smile flashed
deeply on Georgie’s face, “Great, congrats. Ok, here are the rules…” and he
kept on talking as her mind kept drifting to what happened between her and
Silvio Dante; she glanced one last time towards where the 3 men were sitting.
Silvio was in a discussion with Furio and Paulie glanced up with a dark
predatory and sexy smile as he briefly toasted her with his glass of scotch. Her heart beat both in fear and also in total
and utter arousal of Paulie and Silvio….
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