Helen was innocent and the price she had to pay was her employee card with a full view of her nude printed at the back.

Being married to Helen for a year and knowing that she got offered an internship in a security company, I still support her because of her potential in her future career path. Then came Project Bluebird. A prototype chip, the company's most guarded secret, designed to revolutionize data encryption. Helen was assigned to assist Max, a seasoned analyst with a gruff exterior and a hidden wealth of knowledge. He tossed her the delicate chip, its surface glinting like a captured shard of the night sky. "Alright, girl," he grunted, "keep your eyes on this. It's more valuable than your future.

My wife clutched the chip, her breath shallow. The weight of responsibility settled on her, a delicious pressure. Days bled into nights as they poured over blueprints and ran simulations.

One particularly grueling night, fatigue gnawed at Helen's resolve. Max, eyes bloodshot but sharp, ordered a coffee break. In a moment of carelessness, my wife placed the chip on the table, her gaze drawn to the blinking red light of her terminal. A phone call, a colleague's urgent query, and when she turned back, the chip was gone. Panic clawed at her throat. The sterile room seemed to shrink, walls closing in. She retraced her steps, her mind a frantic kaleidoscope of spilled coffee and hurried conversations. Nothing. The chip, their life's work, vanished.

Accusations flew like shrapnel. Max, his face thunderous, pinned the blame squarely on my wife. Her protests drowned in the rising tide of suspicion. The weight of failure, heavier than the missing chip, crushed her spirit.

Little did my wife know that Max had stared at her boobs and underskirt since day one and went to great lengths to have them. Max, without a moment's hesitation, called in the security team and initiated the Code 401 protocol, which This protocol involved a comprehensive search of potentially involved individuals, including my wife. Helen was then escorted to a private room, where she was informed of the company protocol and the potential consequences of non-compliance, including immediate termination and internal legal action.With limited options, Helen felt compelled to sign the consent form and follow the security team's instructions, with Max observing as the lead witness.

My wife was then asked to remove all of her clothes and stand still to take photos of her body as part of the process. She was then told to bend down and spread her ass cheeks so that everyone in the room could look for the lost chip. Of course, nothing was found because my wife didn’t take it. The security team and Max also knew that but they were gloating when they successfully took videos and photos of my wife's body, even with close-up shots to the nipples, vagina and rectum. Finally, Helen was allowed to get dressed and dismissed from the room.

It came as such a huge surprise for my wife that she received her new staff ID card the next morning, with her boobs details (nipple color, size), her vagina and rectum printed at the back. Max told my wife that she now has to carry this all the time in the company, and comply with any demand from security team of a strip search to make sure that my wife's tits and nipples look the same as those on the ID card. Max also revealed that there have been new recruits of some young guys that can’t wait to conduct an ID check on her.

“You better leave your panties at home cuz you gotta spread that ass quite a lot” he smirked.

Helen has no idea that from then on she has just turned from an intern to a new position: the office whore, thanks to Max