"Heather! Hurry up. We need to get moving," said Maureen Johnson to her daughter.
Heather was moving slow. Not because it was Monday. Not because of a letdown now that her big 18th birthday celebration was over. It was because, before she goes to school, she had to go with her mother to get her Pins.
This was supposed to be a good day--an exciting day-- the day she officially becomes a woman. And it was, for the most part. It was just that she was nervous. Heather wasn't sure what to expect and her mom never really talked about it. Plus, she was one of the oldest amongst her friends so they could provide little insight either. She was in the dark.
In the car, Maureen noticed her daughter's mood.
"What's wrong honey?"
"Nothing...I guess," Heather replied.
"There's nothing to be nervous about. It's mostly paperwork. Think of it as getting your driver's license," Maureen stated.
"There's a TEST!?" Heather yelled.
Maureen laughed out loud. "No, honey. There is not a test."
About that time, the two ended up at their destination. It was a large, rectangular, non-descript building. An imposing black gate surrounded the parking lot. At the entrance there was a large sign that read:
REGIONAL PIN ADMINISTATION BUILDING
NO PIN ACTIVITY BEYOND THIS POINT
Inside, the mother and daughter pair found a room labeled "New Pin Registration" and entered. Maureen signed a pad at a reception window and joined her daughter sitting in the waiting area. The whole experience felt like going to a doctor's office.
Looking around the room, Heather noticed several girls her age. Most were reading magazines or listing to their iPods. And like her, most were with older women, presumably their mothers.
Eventually, a door opened and a large women holding a clipboard called out, "Heather Johnson."
Heather and her mom got up and entered the door.
"Down the hall, to the left. Room 206," said the portly woman.
The ladies turned the corner and approached an open doorway marked '206'. Inside the small office was a basic metal desk pushed to the far wall. On it was a small computer terminal and an open file folder. Behind the desk was a middle aged man with a pale complexion and balding hair. He was wearing brown pants, a white shirt, and an obviously cheap, small necktie. Everything about him screamed typical civil servant.
The man looked up from the file to see Maureen at the door and Heather behind her.
"You must be Heather Johnson. Come in, come in."
The man stood up and motioned to the two small chairs in front of his desk.
"Have a seat, ladies. My name is Frank Williams. Are you Heather's mother?" he addressed Maureen.
"Yes. Maureen Johnson," she replied.
"Great. Lets get started," Frank said.
After asking several routine questions and entering the data into the computer, Frank reached in a drawer and pulled out a felt covered jewelry box. He opened it up and displayed the contents to the ladies. Inside were two broaches about the size of silver dollars. They were shaped like flowers with a bright pink stone in the center of one and turquoise in the other. Each were surrounded by six golden petals. Underneath was a pointed pin and clasp so they could be attached to clothing.
"Heather, these are your two Pins. They are just like your mother's apart from the unique 10 digit number imprinted on the back. This number [PIN number?] is what identifies you in the Pin network and, while stored in your phone, should be memorized. Speaking of...let me see your phone and I'll set it up for you."
Heather handed Mr. Williams her smartphone. He downloaded and configured the Pin app with Heather's information. As he was finishing up, he began to give a well rehearsed speech, like a cop reading an arrestee's Miranda rights:
"As I am sure you are aware, Pin laws state any Pin eligible females must immediately perform fellatio on any requesting man. Current regulations limit this to once per day, although you may exceed the minimum obligation as you see fit. Men must ejaculate in your mouth and said ejaculate must be swallowed with the exception of a minimum quarterly facial, which you must prearrange before ejaculation. Additionally, you must engage in intercourse with one unique male per month. You are obligated to bend over and present your vagina but do not have to remove any more clothing than necessary for this. Are you with me so far?"
Heather glanced at her mother. "I think so."
Frank continued, "After ejaculation, men may feel your breasts for a maximum of 5 seconds each. Every encounter is to recorded in the Pin network. After recording, you may remove the appropriate Pin. This signals to other men that you have fulfilled your Pin obligation. Pink is for fellatio, turquoise is for intercourse. Any questions?"
"Yes, what does the smartphone app actually do?" Heather asked.
"Unfortunately, without recordkeeping some women would cheat and simply not wear their Pins. Noting the encounter proves that you are abiding by the law. And let me tell you, if an undercover Pin officer catches you not wearing your Pins when you have not performed, there are severe penalties. It also allows both men and women to rate their counterparts on various factors. Consistent bad scores will also bring penalties."
"Can someone just knock on my door and ask for a blowjob?" Heather anxiously queried.
"Not exactly. I'm glad you asked," answered Frank. "There are some places Pin activity is prohibited. This building for instance. We used to have dozens of men pouncing on young ladies like yourself just as they walked out the door. We had to put a stop to that -- it just wasn't sporting. Pin activity is also prohibited inside your own home, school, and workplace. Also, there is no Pin activity allowed inside restaurants. Parking lots are fair game, though. Most importantly, you must wear the appropriate Pin or Pins anytime you leave your home."
Frank could tell Heather was a little uneasy.
"You'll be fine, Heather. I assume you've given a blowjob before," said Frank.
