"Oh, wait, I almost forgot! I gotta run this back upstairs." Oliver said.
"W-wait, be careful-" Rebecca tried to warn them but it was too late.
Shea had run down, but wasn't looking where she was running before bumping into Oliver's leg. Because of this, Oliver released his grip on the camera and could only watch as it fell towards the ground. All three raced forward, trying to catch it before it landed face up.
[FLASH]
Oliver mumbled a curt "shit" as he rubbed his eyes from the flash, he hated having his picture taken... But as he came to and saw the other two women in the gaudy living room recoil, he immediately knew the culprit. Bending down, he picked up the camera and dusted it off, thankfully in the commotion he hadn't gotten his white silk dress shirt filthy, and while there were one or two creases, the camera had no visible damages. He sighed, holding it aloft and watching it carefully in the light.
"I told you already, Shelly, I appreciate the gesture, but if I wanted a photo, I'd just get our guy to do it." He said.
He smirked, as his darling wife laughed, and came to him to adjust the generously opened tie. Like a god being attended to, Oliver hummed his approval as his wife corrected his collar, and devilishly tugged the red tie tight around his thick neck. He bounced his chest for her, the white undershirt straining to contain his hirsute chest as his wife thumbed his dark brown beard.
"Looking a little bigger today, handsome." Shelly whispered huskily.
Oliver responded by flexing his mountainous biceps, the fabric of the white sleeves were beginning to tear at the seams slightly as she felt her breath hitched. She eyed the broad shoulders and tapered waist Oliver had tucked his shirt into, as the dark grey slacks betrayed the monster it held within.
In contrast to her muscular, heavy-set husband, Shelly was a high end business woman who had light brown hair and a chest Oliver loved to ogle and nip, showcased very nicely in the poolside bikini she wore. Admittedly, she did the same to him, but there was some level of pride she held knowing there were days she had to practically beat him with a stick to get him off her. Oh, the benefits of a "healthy" relationship...
"What can I say? When I said I was going pro, I meant it. I know how much you like it when Daddy gets-"
"Sir, ma'am? I apologize for interrupting, however, guests have called in with their reservations for tonight's dinner party. Should I go ahead with the RSVP?" Becky spoke up, clearing her throat to announce herself. In her hands was a home phone that she had placed on mute.
Oliver placed his hands on his hips, as Shelly gasped and turned around. Placing the camera on the foyer table and adjusting his tie, Oliver gazed at the mirror adjacent to him. He addressed the maid nonchalantly.
"Yes, please, I've been looking forward to this party for quite some time, I've already had the gym sponsorships lined up, the protein packs and athlete signatures, everything rides on this one soiree. I trust you can handle it from here, Becky?" Oliver asked, voice stern.
"Of course, sir, I'll see to it all goes according to plan." She remarked.
Thankfully, the couple had hired many staffers for the night of the party for Oliver's bodybuilding career to take off, but none were as helpful as Becky, who had been part of Oliver's family for some time before the two were wed. The curly red head had made it her mission in life to see to it her mistress and master were taken care of correctly, donating much of her time to be sure that every detail was done perfectly right down to the molecule. Not a napkin or hair out of place in her ledger.
"Thank you, Becky, I'll see you both tonight then." He said, as Becky quickly took her leave.
Oliver turned around and in one swift motion grabbed Shelly and held her close.
"And when am I going to have you all to myself, princess?" He growled, to Shelly's dreamy sigh.
"Just say the word and we can postpone another day..."
He laughed, pinching her generous rear and kissing her forehead.
"Not a chance, been waiting too damn long for a chance like this. Be a good girl for me and I promise I'll make it up to you." He said, tightening his belt buckle. "I gotta head to the gym and make sure everything's up to par. Maybe score a little workout myself or two..."
"That a challenge?" Shelly winked, undoing the strap on one of her strings. Oliver felt himself stir, before sharply inhaling and made his way to the entrance. "One I can barely handle, I swear." He spoke up so she could hear.
Shelly sighed, leaning on the foyer table as her fingers drifted across and felt the touch of the camera. Interest piqued, she looked at the artifact curiously, feeling some sort of magnetic tug to the object when clearly she recalled it belonging to her husband's family. But why did it feel so... Familiar? So... Right in her hands?
Looking over the buttons and switches, she felt like a child again, playing around with the device and unsure of what each and every switch does.
"Oliver and his little antiques..." She mused. Still, she couldn't shake off this odd feeling. Something was telling her to do something with the camera, but she was conflicted with leaving her husband's belongings alone.
"...Well, maybe he wouldn't mind me taking one or two pictures..." She thought, bringing the camera closer to her.
That's when...