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This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. This is a different take on the BBC genie; instead of the typical guy becoming a cuckold, most of these types of stories fall prey to. In regards to a comment received, BBC stories are racist by their very nature; if you're offended by racist topics or themes, this is not the story for you.
Sharing Gina - Chapter 3
Gina's Piercings
Once Marty and Tai completed satisfying themselves using Gina. Marty said he had to take Gina to get her piercings; he had an appointment, but it was outside town, and the local tattoo shop didn't do piercings. Marty let Gina get dressed but wouldn't let her wash up; Marty's cum was leaking out of her pussy, and Tai's cum from her ass. He promised Tai he would have Gina in back to time for Tai's dinner date with Gina to celebrate their new arrangement.
Marty had already placed a towel over the passenger seat of his BMW, anticipating Gina's leaking issue. He wanted to protect his seats. It took about 45 minutes to get to the piercing place. Once inside, they escorted her to a private room, seated her in a chair, and had her strip naked. Marty shoved a ball gag into her mouth and secured her arms to the chair. Marty asked them to start with her nipples; the piercing lady said it wasn't a good idea to start there, but Marty peeled five hundred dollar bills, and nothing more was said about it.
The first Nipple piercing was the most painful thing Gina had ever felt; while it didn't last long, it hurt like hell. If she had been given the option, then she would have picked divorce rather than getting her other nipple pierced. But Marty must have known this, hence the reason for the ball gag. Gina tried to struggle, but Marty held her down as they pierced her other nipple. Gina Scream out FUCK, but her gag muffled her scream. When she thought it couldn't get any worse, they pierced her Clitoris. That pain was more than both nipples combined. Tears were dripping from her eyes and down her face. Finally it was time for her belly button piercing.
"If you think the other three hurt, wait until you feel the pain from your belly button piercing." Marty cruelly told her. Gina's whole body was shaking in fear when they were about to pierce her belly button, but she only felt a small amount of pain. All done, they told her.
Marty removed her ball gag, "Bastard," she told Marty.
"No pain, no gain," Marty responded.
Dinner
Marty arrived back at Tai's townhouse around 5 p.m. with Gina, plenty of time for her date with Tai to celebrate the new arrangement. Gina went upstairs to freshen up and put on perfume before her date. Her hair was a mess, and mascara had run down her face when she was crying during her piercings.
As Gina was upstairs, Marty told Tai that due to Gina's new pussy piercing that he would not be able to fuck her there until the piercing properly healed. The healing process is going to take a month, so he will have to satisfy himself using her mouth and ass until then. He would also have to be gentle when fondling her breasts. The good news is it's safe to have her suck your dick after you cum in her ass. There may be fecal matter on your dick, but she will get used to the taste of her own shit. Just no sharing fecal matter with, say, Olivia; that's where Gina could get sick, Marty warned. Marty left out that Tai should have Gina brush and disinfect her teeth after; maybe the stupid fuck would French kiss her after an ass-to-mouth blowjob.
Gina came downstairs; she was looking much better after showering, cleaning her face, and applying new markup.
Tai asked Marty, "Would he be joining them."
Marty said, "I'm Sorry. I have things to do. I'll be tied up. Please tell the host that. You two have fun."
Tai only offered to invite Marty because he wanted Marty to pay for dinner. He would have Gina pay instead. If she didn't have the money, he was sure she could work something out, like washing dishes at the restaurant or something. Tai wasn't sure if Marty cancelled Gina's credit cards or not.
Gina and Tai arrived at Mario's, with Gina driving, of course; Tai didn't have his own car, and Gina didn't think Tai even had a driver's license. After Tai and Gina exited her vehicle, Tai took her hand in his, and they talked to the front door restaurant. Gina steeled herself with the calamity that the night would become. It was a cold March night, so she was able to get away with wearing a coat; it covered her to just below her waist; maybe she could get away with wearing her jacket all night, she thought.
Mario's was one of the fanciest places in town to eat, a place where the well-to-do dined. And why they did not openly discriminate against anyone. Black or Latino couples would be seated at a table next to the kitchen doors or tucked away in some out-of-the-way corner of the restaurant.
Tai opened the door for Gina. This surprised her a little, but after they stepped inside, Tai demanded she remove her coat. He had strict instructions from Marty. She was not allowed to wear coats inside. Reluctantly, Gina removed her jacket and handed it to Tai. He then took her by the hand, and they walked up to the host podium. The front of the restaurant was crowded with patrons waiting for tables. The male host was looking down at the seating chart, trying to figure out how he was going to get the next couple seated; he didn't notice their approach. Tai said in a strong, clear voice,
"Moore, Table for two," Tai said.
The host knew the name well. Mr. Moore was the wealthiest gentleman in town, one of the biggest employers, and a big tipper, too. He knew that Mr. Moore had reserved the best table at Mario's over a week ago and even tipped a hundred dollars, telling him he didn't want to wait for his table. He wanted a reserved sign on it so he could sit down immediately.
The Host looked up from the seating chart with a big smile.
He said, "Of course, Mr. Moore, your reserved table is..." stopping mid-sentence. It was not Mr. Moore standing in front of him, but a young Black man; he was decently dressed. Next to him was some hooker; she was dressed in a low-cut top. Her breasts showed far more cleavage than was proper, and the material was so thin he could see the outline of her nipples and what he assumed were nipple piercings. Her crop top shirt didn't cover her stomach; he could see she had a belly button piercing. The woman's skirt was so short that he was sure if she bent over, her panties would be displayed for all to see as the material was pulled up. Finally, she had on four-inch-high heels, something a stripper would wear. The host started to get a hard on looking at her. Other patrons were staring at the couple, whispering. Gina wanted to crawl under the nearest table and hide.
The host paused; he didn't know to want to say; he was about to tell them he didn't have a table for them when the hooker spoke up.
"Is there a problem?" Gina said.
It was then that the host recognized her; it was Mr. Moore's wife.
"Er, no problem," the host said, picking up the phone.
He turned his back to the couple and whispered on the phone frantically. He was calling his manager to get out of the back office and deal with this. But the manager told him something he never expected to hear.
"Seat them." His manager told him.
" But.." the host started to say,
"Seat them, or I'll do it, and you will be looking for another job," his manager replied. Marty had given the restaurant manager a heads-up about what was to happen that night and told him not to interfere other than making sure the couple were seated and served.
The host turned to the couple.
"Will Mr. Moore be joining you tonight?" the host asked the couple with the biggest smile he could manage.
"No," Tai replied, "He was tied up tonight," Marty asked him to tell the host this if asked, but Tai didn't think anything of it. He didn't know Marty was setting him up.
Upon hearing this, the host's eyes just about bugged out of their sockets. He tried to regain his composure.
"This way, please," he directed them, taking two menus from behind the podium and leading them to the best table in the house, a booth directly in the middle of the dining room along the windows with the best view of a lake with a lighted water fountain in the middle.
Couples at other tables looked at the couple and whispered in low tones.
Marty was in his SUV behind the restaurant, watching the fun unfold on his laptop. His private detective was seated at another table, recording the action with a hidden camera. The camera had a short broadcast range, so he needed to be nearby to enjoy the show. This was better than reality TV, Marty thought. He only wished he had freshly popped popcorn.
A waiter approached the table, filled their glasses with water, and asked if they wanted to look at the wine menu.
"Yes, please," Tai said. Not knowing anything about wine, he quickly picked the most expensive bottle on the list and said, "We will have this one."
Tai picked a 1979 Chateau Lafite Rothschild. "Of course," the waiter replied and left to get the bottle. Gina was red with embarrassment, and despite her clothing, or lack thereof, it was only a matter of time before someone she knew would recognize her.
Another couple was leaving the restaurant after completing their meal and was passing by Tai and Gina's table when the woman recognized Gina.
Hannah said, "Gina, I almost didn't recognize you."
Oh god, Gina thought Hannah was a stuck-up bitch; she would never live this down.
