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My rusted, green Toyota Tercel pulls into the mall parking lot. I pick a spot at the back, beyond where even employees park. The next car is a blue pickup 20 spots away. No one parks here, except at Christmas. But I know that I'll soon need the privacy.

I'm a freak, a cross-dresser, a sex weirdo. I've driven to this suburban shopping center an hour from my apartment to indulge in my kinkiest fantasy. I've taken every precaution that I know to take. I don't want to get caught by co-workers, friends or anyone else who might know me. But the thought that I might engorges my cock.

I've come to this point many times. And each time, I've chickened out, gone home and jerked off to Internet porn. But not today. I've come prepared.

I put the portable DVD player on my lap with the blank screen facing me. I cue up a strip tease of Tanya Danielle. She's a blonde with massive tits who reminds me of why I've come to the mall. It's the lingerie that does it for me. Tanya is wearing a thong and a blue corset top. I cross my arms and pinch my nipples. As Tanya gyrates to a techno beat, I roll my nips between my forefingers and thumbs. My meat pole tingles. I imagine myself wearing Tanya's slutty, little stripper outfit. The DVD has restored my lust-frenzy. I'm ready to go.

I fold up the DVD player and slide it under the passenger seat. I step out of the car with a boner that's trying to tear out of my jeans. The heat outside is stifling. Without the car's air conditioning, I immediately begin to sweat. I lock the car door and head toward the entrance.

My cock bobs as I walk, rubbing against my boxers. This stiffy isn't going anywhere. I try pulling down my tie-dye shirt to hide my appendage. But it's way too short. Anyone who looks in the general direction of my crotch will know how horny I am.

I'm nearing the mall entrance. I'm close enough to see everyone who comes in and out. I check my watch. It's 11:28 a.m. on a Tuesday. Traffic is light, just as I'd hoped. An old man wearing a nylon jogging suit steps outside. He holds the door open for a soccer mom who looks like she's just dropped off the kids at school and is ready to spend her husband's paycheck. She says "thank you" to the old man and walks inside. The door closes behind her.