[The Shifters Committee 01.0] Time Shifters

by Rebecca Foxx

  A long line of raving, foaming humans whined about not being able to get in. She took Liam’s arm and was escorted to the lit entrance, where the bouncer let them right in. A velvet rope was undone from its hook, allowing access to the quaking night club, the “Nowhere Bar”.

  It was Thursday night, yet the dance floor was hot. Bodies slithered with sways and gyrations and rubbed up against each other, shoulder to shoulder. Colored strobe lights flashed along to the droning beat. A distant amplified utterance repeated a phrase that was impossible to understand over all the bass.

  By her hand, Marcia was taken to the alcohol. As they approached, more and more patrons began to recognize Liam. They shouted, “Bro!!” at him, mostly.

  He threw them off with a simple slight gesture and continued to soldier on.

  The bar itself was fashioned out of a very dark wood, heavily stained and shiny. A perfect ambience was supplied by decorative chandeliers and plasma screen TV’s, mounted in perfect sight. Cage fighting and baseball were the featured events. The fans roared at the glowing glass, as if the teams could feel or hear their motivation.

  “A ‘St. Paulie Girl’ for me!” The man of power screamed at a barkeep. “And…”

  Marcia felt as if she were in a daze, but all of the sudden snapped out if it. “I’ll get a Jack and Coke, please.”

  The order was produced post haste and Liam opened a tab.

  “So…” Started Marcia, over the electronic music, “How did you get into the business of...well…organs.”

  The tall drink of water flashed his pearly whites. They almost sparkled under the various black light sources. He sipped his foamy beer and looked at her intently as he began telling his story.

  “Well, my old man worked for a medical supply company, for twenty years. He was the type of man that would balance his books every day, roll his pennies and dimes, and was always around. I think that my parents only had one child so they could really concentrate on one, you know? They encouraged me to chase an education and experience in any way I could.” He knew he was impressing her at this point.

  “So where did you go to school?” Marcia implored.

  “Stanford.” was his inebriated reply. “That’s where I majored in binge drinking...and got an MBA for entrepreneurship.”

  Liam tried as hard as he could to not stare directly at her luscious breasts, which were nearly erupting from her light blue dress shirt. It seemed that a few buttons had popped open from all the excitement. He swore that she noticed...but she never changed demeanor.

  “How did you get into the ‘selling mansions’ business?” He interrogated, breaking the somewhat awkward, prolonged silence. Marcia stirred her cocktail and thought for a moment.

  “Well...I’ve just always loved mansions. It’s a sick pleasure of mine, I suppose. They’re works of art...elegant. No two are exactly the same. It feels good to take care of them and find families for them.” She grinned really big and her eyes met his captivating hazel gaze. Like wild marbles in his skull, they almost glistened underneath the erratic light fixtures.

  She continued, “I noticed that you were moving to Cherokee Hills by yourself.” Immediately, she felt like a bitch for saying that.

  “That’s because I’m single,” he boldly informed.

  Marcia internally wondered, “Why such a gigantic house, for one man?”

  “Forget about that!” he shouted, as the music boosted and began to speed up. “Can you shake that thing?”

  The fullfigured woman was swept off the bar and straight to the dance floor. Their bodies pressed up against each other. His breath tickled her neck. She felt his throbbing

  member growing inside his pinstriped dress pants. He had no shame. He didn’t try to hide it at all; he just let her keep grinding her big round butt all over it.

  Song after song, each one just as hypedup as the last, the two of them danced late into the night. The alcohol made them feel like they were floating.

  “Hey, let’s get out of here.” Liam finally suggested with his famous line, lightly into her ear. She agreed that it was a good idea.

  Chapter 8

  Two strangers, passionately entangled. They fumbled clumsily in the back of the limousine, frantically kissing and peeling each other’s clothes off. The way Liam looked at her naked form made Marcia feel beautiful for the first time in a very long while.

  He lunged forward and squeezed her soft, huge lady pillows. Plunging in face first, he gnashed his teeth like a feral dog. Biting, sucking, and scratching his way up to her collar bone. She shuddered as he gently munched on her flesh.

  Marcia slowly reached down and tugged on his erect penis, admiring his muscular physique. This made him groan with unbridled ecstasy. To return the favor, he slid a middle finger easily into her shaved honey hole. She gasped and got wetter and wetter.

  With immense strength, he pinned her to the leather seat. Her sweat made her feel like she was glued to it. Despite her girth, she was powerless beneath his prowess. He bit her proud and puffy nipples as he entered her.

  Passionately intertwined, they shared each other for what felt like hours.

  Chapter 9

  Marcia and Liam stumbled up onto the pillared porch of the old plantation house. Feeling like a jailor, she scrolled a ring of keys that felt heavy and endless.

  “As soon as I find this damn key, I’ll show you your new house...again. Oh! Here we go!”

  The heavy wooden doors swung inward and the two tumbled through. The first room was enormous, with smooth, shiny ornate flooring. A massive chandelier hung from the ridiculously high ceiling. Marcia flipped on the light, which activated a series of light housings that illuminated a pair of identical staircases that wrapped around the edge of the perimeter. A black grand piano sat lonely between them.

  “Follow me.” Marcia took control. “I’ll take you to the study.”

  They went up to the stairs and found the bookriddled chamber.

  “Do you like books?” she intoned, casually.

  “Only really old ones about human anatomy that have thus, been proven wrong. Haha.”

  Sitting beside the fireplace, they discussed tomorrow’s plans over a nightcap.

  Marcia was starting to feel better.

  Chapter 10

  Henderson Enterprises was indeed aweinspiring. It had Marcia Crawford feeling like she was really in the future. Everything there had that scent of medical cleanliness. A silicone aroma. A scent of sterility.

  She could only watch the 3D printing procedure from outside an observation window. It was a long and boring ordeal. Ms. Crawford thought, “Where is Liam?” She looked all around, but couldn’t spot him among the decent sized audience.

  She asked random employees and turned up no results. One coworker did say that the busy CEO would have emergency meetings quite often. On the other hand, her brother’s life was about to be saved. Howard would also go down in history, as a hero, for this remarkable procedure.

  The pressing thought of her brother, Howard, beckoned her to visit the hospital. She felt she had seen enough here, and Liam was a noshow. As she left Henderson Enterprises, she momentarily considered retrieving his information from her business contacts.

  “Naw.” She deflects herself, “He’s a busy man. Probably shouldn’t be bothered.”

  Chapter 11

  It pained her to see Howard this way. Such a young, innocent, and soft example of youth. Her last living relative was reduced to a comatose state, still weakened from the episode.

  Machines all around let out tones, to remind her that he was still alive and fighting. She held his hand and began to sob. The 19 year old boy couldn’t respond.

  “Soon, buddy. Soon.” Marcia wished her little brother could hear.

  Chapter 12

  “The fake heart!” Liam exclaimed, witnessing the fruits of his company’s labor.

  It was beautiful. Perfect.

  “Imagine that as a valentine!” Jested a labtechnician.

&
nbsp; Liam was relieved that the “fake heart’s” debut was a success.

  He admitted, “It’s hard to even let her go.” Mourning his creation, slightly.

  The impostor organ hung there in the machine, being kept fresh and lively. A network of manmade veins keeps a bloodlike substance flowing through it’s inner workings.

  It pumped. It lived.

  “Tomorrow is your big day, Fake Heart.” Liam gently spoke. “Don’t let me down.”

  Chapter 13

  It was Howard’s big day. Zerohour was approaching. Marcia thought it was rather nice to be dressed down today. Tight denim hugged her rear end. Her top was a “Black Eyed Peas” tshirt. Her hourglass figure was still apparent.

  She paced with her arms crossed for two hours. A pair of ear buds blasted a private tune for her to move to. People that walked by appeared as smudged in her vision. That was, until Liam popped up out of nowhere.

  Being startled from her thoughts, she gasped and ripped the headphones from her ears.

  “Liam! How’s it going in there?” She implored, while wishing she could see her brother right this minute.

  When the billionaire confronted the younger woman, her head came up to his muscular chest. He placed his sizeable paws firmly on her shoulders.

  He shook his head while saying, “Well, I’m not a surgeon, so I can’t be in there. But, I’m telling you right now, these guys are some of the very best. With all the practice they’ve had, open heart surgery is as routine as taking tonsils out.”

  He let out that worldfamous smile and rubbed her arms. “All we can do now, is wait and pray.”

  Marcia was helpless to his power. He kissed her long and hard, squeezing her into him, with all his might.

  Chapter 14

  A bear skin rug became a temporary resting place for two lusting souls.

  At the Cherokee Hills house, Liam and Marcia held each other in front of the fireplace once again. The countless volumes that crammed the shelves were the only watchers. Under the blankets, silent and naked, they watched the orange tongues of flame crackle and consume the kindling.

  It was a comfortable silence in this union.

  Entangled embrace, and curious, explorative hands, the boundaries had been completely removed. Like lovers, they got to know the other’s features. Employed, were all their senses. Enjoyed, was each gentle kiss and tickle attack. Accidental kicks to the shins were forgiven and giggled about.

  The chamber was lit up a brilliant flickering orange, which hypnotized its occupants. Black snakelike shadows twisted and danced in a trance. Everything in there felt driven by a natural force. Each soul within trembled for the other’s touch. The juices of life began to flow.

  Liam forced her legs apart, as far as they could possibly go. Macia’s breath heaved intensely. Disappearing under the heavy blankets, he began to bite her meaty thighs and kiss her greedy mound. She tore at the sheets and arched upward, clenching her eyes shut. Both could taste the mixture of their perspiration.

  “My turn!” She screeched, kicking him off of her.

  The bodacious beauty dove upon his hard cock, wrapping her glossy lips around the head. His erection became glistened with her spit. She worked up and down the massive organ with care and passion. Once he couldn’t handle her skills any longer, he threw her back to the ground and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. With ease, he slid right in and began to rock her gently. She could barely contain her voice.

  She screamed, bit his chest, and slashed his skin with her fake nails. The symbol of her fantasy began to go harder, faster.

  “I’m going to...I’m going to…” She couldn’t formulate a complete phrase. She bit her lip and tried not climax too soon. “Oh! Right there! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  With domineering posture, he flipped her over. After spreading her plump behind, he jammed her from behind. Marcia was letting loose such inhuman sounds.

  “Oh baby!” He cried.

  His hands sought her hip bones. They held on, as if for dear life itself. He tried to pull out, but his partner wouldn’t let him. She wanted to be filled with his essence. She didn’t care. To really “feel” Liam, was her only mission.

  Marcia’s inner walls tightened at her ferocious orgasm, and trapped the culprit like a Chinese finger trap. She felt the hot blast coat her insides, and swore his gravy made it all the way to her throat.

  As the satisfied woman puffed her “aftersex smoke,” she noticed this was the only time she had seen Liam’s gentle side. He sprawled beside her, uncovered, and unashamed of his nudity. His member hung there, still kind of hard. While inhaling cancer, she stroked his abs with her free hand.

  “We christened the house!” She exclaimed.

  “You know, that’s ‘gotta be a great gig! Selling houses and then getting fucked.” He started to chuckle. “You have to admit though, I was the best.”

  “Meh, maybe.” She replied, trying to hide her white, toothy smirk.

  “Oh yeah?” He leapt up on all fours, and readied himself to pounce like a giant cat.

  “Shit!” Marcia jumped from under the covers, and bolted across the room completely naked. Her boobs almost smacked her in the face. She took out her lit cigarette.

  While growling, the playful gentleman chased her around the office. They both felt like kids again.

  From inside her discarded garments, a cell phone went off with an annoying tone. She set it as such, in order to answer it faster. The same sample also woke her up every single morning. The device was revealed after heated digging.

  “Marcia Crawford!” She answered, sounding official but feeling awkward, being disrobed.

  Her face turned paper white, and she dropped the phone. The item hit the hardwood flooring, split in half, and launched its battery like a hockey puck. She stood there, catatonic.

  “What is it, hun?” Asked Liam, sounding very concerned.

  “Take me to the hospital!”

  Chapter 15

  Liam’s Porsche took them to Norton General in roughly fifteen minutes. They rushed into the building to find Dr. Logan. Marcia was hyperventilating as they glided down the wide corridor, on pure adrenaline.

  The doctor appeared and motioned her into his office, with a solemn expression painted across his countenance. Liam waited outside.

  “Howard passed away.” Was the news.

  It sounded even worse than the first time she heard it over the phone. Her vocal chords were paralyzed. Her chest was stricken by ice cold waves.

  “He was just so weak after the procedure. We did everything we could, and he fought long and hard. Eventually, an aggressive infection spread to his lungs. I’m sorry Ms. Crawford.”

  “Can I see him?” Through irritated tears from a red and tired face, she swore she was going to hurl.

  “Of course you can, sweetheart. Take all the time you need.”

  A horrible sort of realization crossed her. She should have been here instead of fulfilling her selfish desires.

  Liam waited, patiently. When the door flew open, he invited the mourning woman into his open arms. She lashed out at him, swinging like a human helicopter.

  “Your stupid fucking fake heart! Fuck you! You killed my brother!!” He was only able to throw his arms up in defense.

  Security was alerted immediately. Two uniformed men, wearing blue latex gloves, detained her. She picked her feet off the ground, kicking, while a buff employee bearhugged her middle.

  “Fuck you! Fuck you!” She kept hollering.

  The staff carried her off as her curses faded down the hall. Liam stood there, slouched over. He felt like the worst human being in the entire world.

  Chapter 16

  Howard’s apartment was frozen, as if somebody was supposed to return to pick up where they left off. It was a gigantic time capsule, with a fate of dismissal. The air was stale and thick. The fish tank was dead. The cat was barely alive.

  With a bundle of brokendown boxes, Marcia stepped inside. The pictures all seem to b
e staring at her. It was a chronological pictorial, kept safe behind sections of glass. They were hung everywhere: Howard, Marcia, and their father. She dropped her arm load and took a lap around the residence. It all played out like a slideshow.

  “I have no more tears to cry.”

  An hour beforehand, she had been convinced of it. However, the photographs brought it all back into the cruel light. Stricken again, she realized the past couple weeks were a terrible gauntlet.