Fun At The Bike Show

While SAMVEN's Prospects cleaned up the bar, Tig rode out with Rat Boy and 4 of the Chicago Sons as backup for Angelica and Abel to the bike show. The atmosphere was better than it was a day ago. Abel stuck close to Angelica as they looked at the multitude of motorcycles that were on display, the various types of food available and, of course, all the sexy women wearing all kinds of outfits.

"Angelica, take a look at this." Sacco said, pointing to the sign up table for the wet t-shirt contest. Angelica laughed. "Oh, I bet you'd all love to see me in that."

"The first prize is 5,000 dollars and a 1983 El Camino." Indio said.

"Come on, Angelica. You have more in your shirt than most of the girls here have in theirs. Besides, it could be an extra 5 grand you take home with you and you get a classic car on top of that." Venzetti said, encouraging Angelica to win the big prize.

Angelica looked at the prizes for first place before looking at her huge chest. "Alright, I'm in. You only go around this world once. Sometimes not even once." Angelica walked over to the table and started filling out the papers.

Once that was done and she was given the 'proper attire', Angelica looked at Abel with a smile and said, "I hope your heart rate doesn't spike too hard at what you're about to see." This only made Abel laugh.

"We'll be cheering you on the whole way." Venzetti said.

"Yeah. I'll recognize the applause over the wolf whistles. Rat Boy, keep Abel close to you at all times. Don't let him run off."

Rat Boy nodded. "No sweat, Angelica. I got him."

Tig had gone off to see what kinds of draft was on tap when he saw a very familiar face. "Hank! Damn it, brother, I didn't expect to see ya here."

Hank 'Swamp Man' McCoy laughed as he embraced the SAMCRO Sergeant at Arms. "I'd ask ya how life was treatin' ya but it looks like not much has changed." Swamp Man said, noting the smell of blood on Tig's knuckles and the visible battle wounds.

"Rane's snot-nosed grandson showed up in the clubhouse. He got out of line. I put him back in line."

"Jonas showed up in a clubhouse? I'm surprised he got to talk without being thrown out right there." Though he respected Quinn's family, Jonas lost his respect with the Bayou native and former Navy SEAL in the decisions he made.

"Is he on life support now?" Swamp Man asked, curious as to how bad Jonas was beaten.

"Who's on life support?" Skyla McCoy asked. "A Prospect or an unruly brother?"

"Remember Rane's grandson? He got dealt a triple decker knuckle sandwich from Tig and a pound cake for dessert."

The three of them laughed, Tig especially. It really was too long since he had laughed at Swamp Man's snappy one liners.

When he saw Rat Boy walking up to them with Abel next to him, Tig noticed that Angelica wasn't with them. "Where's Angelica?"

"There's 5 grand and an '83 El Camino for the first place winner of a wet T-shirt contest. She signed up for it and told me to keep Abe here in my sight."

"Who's Angelica, Tig? A girl from the SAMVEN clubhouse?" Skyla asked.

"No. She's from New York. Coyote's daughter." Tig said. This caught the Bayou couple by surprise. "Coyote's girl is here? Do I even wonder how she got her Colombian New Yorker father to let her go?" Swamp Man asked, fully aware of Coyote's contempt for the West Coast. "Don't know but she must have said something right." Tig replied.

"How long before the contest begins?" Skyla asked, curious as to what Angelica would look like.

"It's supposed to be starting in the next half hour." Rat Boy said.

In the tent reserved for the women taking part in the wet t-shirt contest, most of the contestants ranged in height from 5'3" tall to 5'6" tall. So when Angelica walked in at a height of 6'0", every one of them took notice of her arrival. Contrary to popular belief, they were not catty or bitchy. A lot of them were jovial and soft spoken but kind spirited with their humor.

The most revealing part of the preparation process came when they were putting on their shirts for the contest. Most were baggy enough to conceal enough for the big reveal.

Being more muscular than the other girls and more busty than any of them, Angelica's shirt was hardly baggy and almost skin tight. One girl joked that one wrong stretch or an over exerted flex would cause her to tear out of it. It still fit her but her movements were somewhat limited.

In total, there were 11 women prepped for the wet T-shirt contest.

10 of them came from California. One half lived in Northern California and the other half lived in Southern California.

Then there was Angelica, the tall, busty and brawny New Yorker.

The other girls nicknamed her 'Big Apple' out of friendship and because she was a New Yorker but mostly because she was the biggest of all the girls in the room. After a while, the name stuck.

"So how does it feel to be among all us California girls, Big Apple?" Ariella asked.

"It's a new experience for me especially since this is my first wet t-shirt contest."

"You don't have any of these things up north in NYC, darlin'?" Lizzie asked.

"Not that I know of. Most of the time, I've been hitting the gym hard, getting in shape. Never really gave it much thought or care."

"You're in shape. We can all see that." Mary said, touching Angelica's biceps to see if it was real. "What got you into getting so big?"

"I was born the same as anyone else. Only when I began to develop, I just grew and grew and grew. Since I was ten, I wanted to be very big and very strong."

"You are well on your way if you are not there yet, Big Apple." Mary said, admiring Angelica's muscles.

"My mother and father taught me, my sister and brother to never slouch or bow our heads in shame. We always walked tall and stood tall with our heads held high, backs straight, shoulders back and chests out."

"Yeah. Your chest is definitely out." Caroline said. "What are your sister and brother like? Are they anything like you?"

"Angelina, she's about as big as me but she's still developing. Angelo, he's as tall as our father at a height of 6 feet and 2 inches. Angelina and I inspired him to building muscle just like us. I sometimes imagine the three of us winning a lot of bodybuilding contests."

"Big Apple, if you, your sister and your brother keep growing stronger and bigger at the rate you're going, the three of you might only be able to compete in strongman & strongwoman competitions." Caroline said as she imagined what a workout session between the three siblings would be like.

"It's time." Ariella said, spotting one of the judges motioning to the emcee of the show, who then motioned for them to start lining up on stage.

A/n: I did not mean to have this chapter end in a cliffhanger of sorts. It just seemed to end like this.