My name is unimportant. Besides I have used so many names, in so many places that I almost forget my real name myself. You can use any name for me that you like. It doesn’t matter to me. By profession I am a jewel thief. A very special kind of jewel thief, and I am very good at what I do. I do not sell the jewels I steal. It is not money I am after, I have plenty of that my cheating ex-husband left me well fixed in the divorce settlement. But then I left him fixed too. I keep the jewels I steal in my private collection.

I arrived in this city a few days ago, and checked into a low class hotel near the business district. I asked the bellhop where I could meet men. He told that there was a bar a couple of blocks from the hotel where businessmen went to unwind after work. He probably thought that I was a hooker looking for tricks. He told me that for a few bucks he could fix it so I could bring my dates back to the hotel. Sorry I told him I do not do tricks. Then I laughingly told him the truth, that I am a jewel thief. He thought it a funny joke. No one would believe that a beautiful woman in her late twenties is a jewel thief.

I went to the bar that the bellhop told me about to check it out. He was right the bar was filled with lots of well dressed men. Returning to the hotel I found a maid who for a big tip showed me how to leave, and return without having to go through the lobby. With this information I was able to make my plans. I spent the next couple of days gathering all the things I would need for my caper. Checking the phone book, I found the name and address of a theatrical supply company. Then I went shopping. I bought some of the rubber prosthetics the ones that look and feel like natural skin, and are used on the stage to change a person’s appearance. I also bought stage makeup. Then I went to an optometrist. I do not need glasses to see, but I wanted a set of those contact lenses that change one’s eye color. Then off to a wig shop for a wig in a different color, and style than my natural hair. Off to a lingerie shop for the sexiest bra, panty, garter belt set I could find, and some nylons. A shoe store provided me with a pair of sexy sky high stiletto heel shoes. Finally a dress shop for a tight short skirt, and a revealing blouse. With the shopping done I had my disguise, and my bait. I was ready to go to work.

It was three in the afternoon. Time for me to start preparing myself for my special kind of night work. First a nice hot scented bubble bath. Then wearing my new sexy undies, I sit at the makeup table. This is the hardest, and longest part of my preparations. I have to completely disguise myself so that even my mother would not recognize me, let alone someone who has only seen me a couple of times, or has never seen me. Using the theatrical prosthetics I change the shape of my nose, and my chin. Then I apply the stage makeup to make the devises blend in and look natural. I use the contact lenses to change my eye color. Then the wig is put on. Now when I look in the mirror I see an entirely different woman staring back at me. I probably do not need the disguise. How many men will go to the police to report that they picked up a woman in a bar, and she stole his jewels. But just in case I do run into one who would, the disguise is for my protection.

I dressed in my new sexy outfit. The short, tight skirt, the revealing blouse, and the high spike heel shoes. I checked my purse to make sure that if had everything I would need, including some special items. Then I put on my jewelry. Earrings, necklace, a couple of finger rinds, a wrist watch, and my charm bracelet. All of it costume. The kind of junk that one can buy anywhere for a few bucks. However two of the charms on my bracelet were very special, and very unique. One opens up to reveal a very sharp stainless steel surgical blade. The other is hollow, and holds a few drops of a very powerful, very fast working sedative. By holding it against the skim and pressing a secret catch a small hypodermic needle pops out injecting the sedative. There is a large enough dose in the charm to put a two hundred pound man to sleep in a minute, and keep him that way for a few hours. Everything was ready, I put on a coat, grab my purse, and leave the hotel by the back door so as not to be seen in the lobby.

Arriving at the bar, I remove my coat, and find a table where I can see the men drinking at the bar, and they can see me. A waitress comes over, and I order a cocktail. Sipping it slowly, I give the men the once over, as I know they are doing to me. A man comes over to my table he pitches her phoney pick up line. I look at his left hand there is no wedding ring, or a mark to show that a ring was there. I politely refuse his offer. He is not the one I am looking for. Then he offers me money. I tell him I am not a hooker, so he can take his money and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. He walks away probably to bad mouth me to his friends. Some more single men try to pick me up, but they fail also.

The waitress beings me another cocktail. I tell her that I didn’t order it. She says it is from the man at the end of the bar. I look at him, and he starts walking over to my table. He is carrying his drink in his left hand, and I spot his wedding ring.

He is just what I am looking for a man who is cheating on his wife just like that bastard, my ex-husband did to me. He says hello, I say hello back. I smile, and ask him to sit down. He tells me his name is John, I tell him mine is Janet. He has taken the bait, now all I have to do is reel him in. We make small talk, all the time he is playing footsie with me under the table. Then he finally got around asking me to have sex with him.

I point to his wedding ring. Shouldn’t you be having sex with her, I ask. Don’t say I didn’t give him a chance to get away. He comes up with the usual trite, and stupid answers. My wife doesn’t understand me he says. Now where have I heard that before. What doesn’t she understand honey, I ask. Are you some kind of freak? Do you go in for kinky sex? Naturally he will not admit it if he did. No it’s not that, he replies. She’s the freaky one, she wants me to lap her pussy, real men don’t do that. Then he goes on to say that she seems to always have a headache when he wants to do her. Yeah buddy, I thing to myself, she has a headache alright, and it’s sitting in front of me. I agree to have sex with him. Why not let him have some fun, I think to myself, it’s going to be his last fling.

We leave the bar, and I steer him back to my hotel. As we enter the lobby I whisper into his ear, get us a room honey. He goes to the desk, and registers us as Mr., and Mrs.. I make sure not to speak to the desk clerk. I can disguise my face, but he might recognize my voice. The bellhop takes us to a room two floors above my room. He gives me a wink as he leaves. I know he doesn’t recognize me, he gave me the same wink when I checked in alone. Guess he was looking for a little on the side. He is cute, and no wedding ring. I just might have sex with him before I leave. I am not against having sex with single men, after all a woman needs loving too. I just hate married men who cheat on their wives.

With the door locked behind us, I send John into the bathroom to get ready. While John is out of the room I take a mini-camera out of my purse, and set it up. Then I strip down to my undies. He comes out of the bathroom naked, and at half mast. I stand in front of him wearing only my sexy undies, and high heel shoes. Like what you see honey, I ask him. He doesn’t have to answer my question. I can see the answer, his flag as risen to the top of the flagpole. I start to remove my bra in front of him. Then my panties come off. I am now only wearing my garter belt, nylons, and heels.

I can see that he is all hot and bothered, so I take him by his penis, and lead him to the bed. From what he told me in the bar, I know that he is straight vanilla. So I lay on the bed, and spread my legs. Let him have some fun, I think to myself, it will be his last time. He gets on top of me. I guide his penis to my womanhood. Just as he puts it in he shoots his load. No wonder his wife won’t have sex with him. He can’t give her pleasure the straight way, and he won’t tongue her to climax either. I say a few soothing words to him, and tell him to lay on his back so I can suck him hard again. I straddle his legs, lower my head, and take his penis into my mouth. All the tine I am fingering his balls. He is so caught up in the pleasure I am giving him that he doesn’t notice when my hidden blade makes a slit in his scrotum. I squeeze out his balls and play with them outside his sac. Then I slice them free of his body. At this point I inject the sedative into him. When he passes out, I put the balls into a plastic bag. I take a small laser gun from my bag, and use it to cauterize his wounds. I don’t want to bleed him to death, his wife will bleed him dry in the divorce. I put away the camera, and get dressed. Then I check his wallet for his name and address. The bastard his name isn’t John after all. Well if he can’t be honest with his wife, you can’t expect him to be honest with me. When he wakes up he will find all his money right where he left it. He will find his watch, and rings still there. It is not those easy to replace material things that I steal from cheating husbands. It is the jewels they can’t replace, the family jewels.

Leaving the room, I go down the stairs to my own floor. One good thing about low class hotels they always have a pay phone in the halls. Using the information I copied from his wallet, I call his wife. I tell her that he has been cheating on her with me. I also tell her that the bastard will never again cheat on her, I saw to that. I tell her that if she wants proof just examine him when he gets home, and that she will receive further proof in the mail. Then I go into my own room, and remove all of the disguise. His balls are then transferred to a bottle of preserving liquid to go into my jewel collection. I put away everything, and dispose of all traces of my facial disguise. Now it is time for me to have fun. Stealing the family jewels always makes me horny. I get undressed, call the desk clerk, and tell him to send up the bellboy.

The next day on my way out of town I mail the pictures to his wife. She can use then to divorce him, or to make him her slave. Either way she is better off. Now at least he will have to go down on her, it is the only way he will have any sex.

I am a jewel thief. I steal the family jewels from married men who cheat on their wives. Married men who do not keep their wedding vows to forsake all others, and to honor their wives.

Be warned if you are a cheating husband, the next woman you pick up in a bar might be me.