Jo was an ex-model, forty-eight years old, tall, maybe 5-foot-8 and slim. The way she walked; you could tell she was an ex-model.
From the investigation she had carried out, Jo was married, with a couple of teenage children.
Her husband worked in construction, was of a similar age and was well built; he spent a lot of his spare time at the gym.
Despite ageing, from the photos you could tell she still thought she was a someone. The way she walked around that office, from the camera footage; the Professor also got the impression, that she wasn't well liked.
It was no coincidence that Howard always took her to all the events, he liked showing her off.
Flicking through the pictures, the Professor choose one of Jo in a bar from the summer, posing away, like usual, and rested the photo against a stack of petri dishes.
The Professor liked looking at her victims, as she carried out her work. Finding it therapeutic, discussing her findings and her treatments, as if they were there with her.
The Professor looked into Jo's blue eyes staring back at her.
"Well, look at you, doing another pose there. Thinking you are a real someone Jo. I know you've been shagging my husband and what... it's been going on for six months now."
Smiling, she mixed the spatula in the beaker, as it frothed to the surface.
"Now, you will probably be thinking, what exactly do I know? Well, I know tonight you are at an awards event with Howard, and you will be fucking him in the hotel room."
The formula started to froth some more, just like the rageful hate in the Professor.
"I know all your secrets Jo. I just can't work out the exact arrangement. Howard pays for your Botox to keep you young, pays for all those photoshoots."
She grinned to herself and giggled.
"Don't you think you're a little old to be trying to kick start your modelling career again. Are you hoping to be a mature model now Jo? Oh, but you are a little too old for Jean-Pierre though... Yes, I know all about Jean-Pierre. Those photoshoots shouldn't be taking that long. I wonder if your husband knows. He doesn't look like someone to mess about with. Would be terrible for him to find out."
Mrs Wild glanced down at her watch.
"Well, I know you and Howard will be getting ready for that event, so it looks like Howard won't be home to receive his parcel. Oh, I know all about how Howard pays for your lingerie for those, shall we say, sexy photoshoots. It does look like a nice set. I'm sure Howard will be as pleased, as you will be, with the shoot."
There was movement on one of the camera screens to the entrance to house. The delivery man had come earlier than expected.
"Well, now I must dash Jo. The parcel has arrived. Don't worry, I will collect it on Howard's behalf and make sure that you have it in time for your photoshoot, but I can't apologise, if it gets a little, shall we say, tampered with."
The Professor, laughed, as she made, her move to the door, to leave the annex.
Before, she closed the door, she looked back at Jo's picture.
"Oh, maybe more importantly for you, I'm sure Jean-Pierre will approve of that lingerie too."
* * * * *
Jo made the usual excuses to her husband, Marco; another event night and she was needed, which was the truth.
Marco had started to get more jealous of Jo, she had always got the attention of men, but just seemed a little different over the past year.
Marco didn't want to get in another argument about her staying overnight, so kept silent over the matter, Jo tended to get what she wanted anyway.
"Promise I will be back in the morning darling; benefit, is that I get to work from home the next day."
"Not bad for some, hey Jo."
Jo gave Marco a kiss on the lips before setting off.
Although the other staff new and were jealous of Jo getting to go to the events, Howard always made her work first in the office and meet him there for the event. Then, well, what happened after the event, happened after the event.
* * * * *
Howard's attention towards Jo started from her first day.
Jo had only been in work for a few hours before he invited her into his office and was flirting away.
He may have been in his late sixties, but he looked good and had that power from his position and wealth, that turned Jo on.
Later, she found out that he was very demanding in bed, he seemed to have endless stamina.
The compliments towards her being beautiful never stopped and when he found out she was an ex-model, which didn't surprise him, he started to support her trying to get her back into modelling again.
Howard paid for photoshoots, even for a bit of Botox in her face. Always passing her gifts, sometimes items to model.
It wasn't long before Jo found another benefit from the photoshoot.
Howard was supportive, but Jo knew, he was getting his benefits out of the arrangement.
It wasn't just the sex either.
At these event shows, he used Jo to help him get contracts too, often flirting with the men.
Jo was the glamorous partner, and often Howard passed her off as his wife.
Driving into work, she prepared herself for the usual bitchiness from the jealous women, but she could get through it, after all, she would be wined and dined at an exclusive event that night, plus have some fun afterwards.
* * * * *
Jo arrived at the event on time, and saw Howard waiting for her at the bar.
It was a beautiful Hotel, a good couple of hours drive from home, full of corporate people, mainly middle-aged men, all dressed in immaculate suits.
She grinned to herself, as she felt the eyes of men on her.
She looked good.
Wearing a black tight dress, which had a low neckline, but importantly, it was cut quite short, a couple of inches above her knee.
When Marco saw it, his mouth opened, followed by the fact that, she shouldn't be wearing such short dresses in public.
What Marco didn't see, was her team it up, in her 6-inch stiletto's, which she pulled off, being an ex-model.
The dress clung to her like a glove.
Jo still had the body of a model, even after two children and not being far off fifty. Still a size 10, with her tall frame, showing off her long slim legs. All freshly applied with fake tan for the event.
As soon as Howard looked up and saw her, Jo saw his mouth open slightly and moisten.
"Well, look at you... you look stunning," Howard said leaning over and kissing Jo on her lips.
"Well, it's always a pleasure coming to events with you."
"I'm glad you think that way... you are by far the most beautiful woman here. The men won't be able to take their eyes off you. You're like a blond bombshell... Here, take this glass of champaign."
