Fashion Model
This is 22 year old Mandy. A British fashion model who is secretly an industrial spy. Enjoy.
Mandy Carter strode down the catwalk, her heels clicking like a metronome under the pulsing lights of London Fashion Week. At 22, she was the face of haute couture—tall, Black, British, with a gaze that could stop hearts and a walk that commanded empires. Designers begged for her, photographers worshipped her, and the tabloids couldn’t get enough of her South London grit-turned-glamour story. But Mandy had a secret: the runway was just her cover.
By day, she posed in avant-garde gowns and dodged paparazzi. By night, she was a ghost in the machine, slipping into the underbelly of global industry. Her latest gig wasn’t for a glossy magazine—it was for a shadow client, a rogue tech syndicate paying her to steal blueprints from Vantage Robotics, a British firm revolutionizing AI-driven manufacturing.
Mandy’s espionage began two years ago, almost by accident. A shady recruiter at a Paris afterparty had clocked her charm, her quick wit, and her ability to blend into any room. “You’re a chameleon,” he’d said, sliding her a burner phone. “And chameleons get paid.” She’d taken the bait—not for the money, but for the thrill. Growing up in Brixton, she’d learned to navigate worlds that weren’t built for her. Espionage was just another runway.
Tonight, she was at Vantage’s gala, invited as arm candy for a tech mogul who thought her smile was her only asset. The dress—a black Vivienne Westwood number—hid a micro-camera in its corset boning. As she laughed at the mogul’s stale jokes, her eyes scanned the room. The target: Dr. Vera Schmidt, Vantage’s lead engineer, who carried a prototype chip design on a secure USB.
Mandy excused herself, gliding toward the VIP lounge where Schmidt was mingling. She’d studied Schmidt for weeks—her habits, her tells. The engineer was paranoid, always clutching her bag. But Mandy was patient. She bumped into a waiter, spilling champagne on Schmidt’s sleeve. In the chaos of apologies, Mandy’s fingers—trained for precision—slipped the USB from Schmidt’s bag into her own.
Back at her flat, Mandy got comfortably naked and uploaded the data to an encrypted server, her heart racing. The syndicate would pay her enough to disappear for a year, maybe start her own label. But as she stared at the screen, a message flashed: “New target acquired. Double the fee.” Her stomach twisted. Each job pulled her deeper, and the line between model and mercenary was blurring.
On the next catwalk, Mandy’s smile was flawless, but her mind was elsewhere. Was she the hunter or the hunted? The lights burned hotter, the crowd’s cheers louder, and somewhere in the shadows, someone was watching.
Mandy doesn't have a "models page", but she does have a members only gallery that you can view HERE
Just to be abundantly clear....none of these "women" exist in real life. They are 100% computer generated by Ai. All the Ai "models" are generated to represent "women" who are over 18 years of age.
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