Not quite done yet! But only one more chapter and then my little totter into blatant author liberties will be over. I should make it clear now, though, that this is PG-16 or so. But they don't have that here, and I don't want to up and move it to M so… yeah.

That explains a lot, Togusa said dryly. Then he paused. Wait, I get the 'Toxic' part… but why lo-

Just wait, Batou said, positively giggling.

Thankfully, she took her sweet time taking anything off, much too busy doing uncomfortable things with the chair to spend much thought on clothes. The two poles on either side of the stage also saw quite a bit of action as the audience whooped and hollered. Togusa kept his head down, watching their target a little more closely than he normally would have.

It's a good thing they're so engrossed in the show, Batou said jovially, they might think you've got a little crush on one of them, Togusa.

With all due respect old man, shut it, Togusa shot back.

Oh ho! Togusa could almost see Batou grinning back stage, but he didn't get a chance to reply as Ishikawa came over the net.

Cut it out you two, she's going in.

I'll say, Batou said. Togusa swore he saw the major twitch as she stepped off stage, loosening her tie and tossing one end around the neck of their target, straddling his legs. The natural man practically heard every male in the room swallow as she gyrated once, threading her fingers through the man's hair and – of course unbeknownst to everyone else – plugging a remote access point into his barrier.

All right, Ishikawa cried, we're in! Keep him distracted, Major!

Hardly a challenge, Motoko returned wryly, reaching up and slowly beginning to undo the buttons on her shirt, still keeping a very hard beat with her hips.

Distraction was an understatement, Togusa thought, if it wasn't for the fact that he'd seen her in action (he winced at his own pun and amended his thoughts to 'on duty', which wasn't much better) he would have been turned on himself. He seriously doubted that stipulation was putting much of a damper on Batou's thought processes – but of course, he was no secret.

Got it! You're good major!

About time. The shirt was tossed away, and the access point surreptitiously shed. As she backed into the stage light again, Togusa couldn't stop himself from a groan and hand to his forehead. Stuck into her cleavage was a large, pink, heart shaped lollipop. A few turns around the bars and out it came, he noticed that she laid very artfully on the stage in order to lavish her attentions on it, and one of the other men in the group noticed too.

"Oh yeah baby! Give that thing some love!"

Togusa knew that the smoldering look she gave the man was nothing more than a well disguised glare, and felt rather glad that look could not kill.

Uh oh… Batou said as the man got up, tottering over to the stage and placing one hand on either of the Major's ankles. She apparently had it covered though, because she leaned forward, spreading her legs out even farther to a perfect splits and languidly drew her tongue around the condensed sugar, then closed her mouth around it, calmly put her hand on the man's face and pushed herself up; the school girl skirt somehow left on the ground.

"Hey girlie!" the man said after he had sunk to the ground for a moment, "don't just get up and leave on me; come back here and sit your pretty little ass on my legs!"

The major blatantly ignored the man, and Togusa was paying extremely close attention to his drink mixing, furiously beating the blood away from his face and keeping a absurd mental picture of a very fat man with a large beard in an awful pink dress carrying a parasol and small lemon cookies in a basket.

"Hey baby, baby! Don't ignore me!" the man continued to bleat just off stage.

Gees, isn't the song done yet? Saito asked.

Extended for its ten year anniversary and again by the noble establishment, Batou quipped, she's got another minute on stage.

The man stumbled over to the stage, fingers scrabbling for a purchase on the well sanded wood.

Time for the friendly bouncer to make an appearance… Batou said, but hadn't even gotten a step when the Major interrupted.

Batou; let me. Now wearing nothing but a pair of extremely skimpy underwear, Motoko walked over to the man and dragged one finger along his jaw line, smiling seductively. As the finger left his chin, the man smiled stupidly and sank to the floor again. The other men laughed at him, obviously thinking that he passed out from the drink. With a cat's smile, Motoko returned to center stage, pulling one last pose before the lights went down.