Shrinks: 3-on-1 Virgin—Curvy Brie's First Treatment

By Q. Zayne

Beware: This is detailed power play erotica. It’s a dirty book.
Imagine this: An untouched curvy college student interviews to be an experimental subject for three shrinks.

Dr. Lorenzo’s questions shock me.
If he wasn’t the hottest man I ever saw up close, I’d leave.
His intense eyes, seductive accent, and muscular body have me imagining what it will feel like if he punches my V card.

This is total fantasy of the nasty kind. The fiction has no bearing on actual people or this fine profession. Shrinks is a hot interracial three-on-one MMMF menage erotica short read to make you squirm in all the right ways.

Come along with curvy Brie as she gets a hard and unprotected first time. Her shrinks give her alpha dominance, group interracial bareback sex, age gap sex, spanking, and more.
"Me next! Even though my V-card was punched long ago, I could imagine myself as the Doctor's next "client". I was totally engrossed in this story.”—Kitty7474

All characters are consenting adults over 18. This book is for adults 18 +. There are brief excerpts of related books for you in this new edition.

Adventurous readers, let’s go for a deep, hard treatment. Click buy to get Brie's three-on-one defloration immediately.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Q. Zayne
• Release date: Dec 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9780463509050

Q. Zayne

Q. Zayne often appears on top 100 author lists. Q. minored in Classical Archaeology and has an MFA in Creative Writing from SFSU. After teaching at the university, working as an editor, and freelancing, the author embarked on a wild digital publishing adventure. Thanks to fabulous readers, super promoters, and unflagging supporters, Q. writes fiction for a living from the Yucatan, Central America, and the California coast.Check out the Quin Zayne books for dirty, high-heat romance, and Q. Zayne for Erotica and naughty fairy tales.

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Dedication

for T. for his amazing kindness

for D. for getting me started on this path and sticking with me

& for you,

with a special thank you from my heart for my readers who review my books.

The Interview

MY HANDS FELT SLICK. I wiped them on the back of my sweater, hoping there wasn’t a security camera. I opened the door to the psych lab. I was early for the interview, so I had time to duck into the restroom. Walking down the white corridor without bouncing increased my confidence.

The restroom was unoccupied. Relieved, I checked my soft pink lipstick and made sure I looked alright. I wore a new bra that helped compress my large breasts. Too often when I wanted to be taken seriously, I noticed men’s eyes continuously checking out my top. Even with firm support and the compression making them slightly smaller, they were big. I’d opted for a conservative black twin set and pearls with matching slacks, nothing like the artsy outfits I usually wore.

The new glasses with slim, black rectangular frames looked current yet scholarly. Pink button earrings helped offset the severity of the black and pearl ensemble. I wanted to impress Dr. Lorenzo and his colleagues. I needed to impress them. The odds of getting a scholarship were low, but faculty support could help, and the stipend for the study would help cover my tuition.

I smoothed my dark waves. On impulse, I wound my hair into a bun and got it to stay with a scrunchy and pins from the bottom of my briefcase. There, much more serious. Being young seemed to count against me everywhere, too. Having a baby face didn’t help, and I was one of those big girls who got a lot of ‘you have such a pretty face,’ with an explicit or implied suggestion to lose weight.

I learned the all-one-color dressing trick early. My Mom was so embarrassed by me, she stuck me in tent dresses for years. Good timing for me, plus-size models and actresses blazed trails into terrain usually off limits to big women: lingerie spreads and swimsuit modeling, romantic roles. As soon as I could buy my own clothes, I created my own style. At night, I doodled ideas for fashion in my size, but my main passion was psychological research.

I fastened a clip to make sure the bun stayed secure and hustled out of there on sensible heels. Also not my style. I liked killer fuck-me shoes, but that wasn’t that I needed for this interview. Probably, not anyway. Doctor Lorenzo was a hunk, it showed even in the lab coats and suit jackets he wore on campus. Still, I was doing my best to dress to impress, as a someday-professional, not as a sex object. Though in private, if the delicious doctor with the sexy espresso eyes ever took a personal interest, I’d