Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the characters. I only toy with their lives and make them do things they probably wouldn't do.

A/N: I'm being nice and bringing my old story back. It'll stay up this time. The second chapter'll go up if I get good reviews.

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Prologue

She saw him every night, standing in the back of the crowded club. He was different from the other men. He had nice clothes, three piece suits and shiny shoes. He always tipped well and he never grabbed at the girls like every other man around.

But this night was different. He was waiting for her at the back door when she walked out, still dressed in her costume from that night. She was shivering and he offered her his coat. He smiled as she put it on, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. She asked his name and he replied "Benjamin Coffin. But you can call me Benny." She smiled as he let go of her hand. "They call me Mimi" she said with a small laugh. "Because Marcella isn't a good name for a dancer."

He nodded, his smile widening. "Well Mimi, you look like you're about to freeze. Do you want to come sit in my car with me? The heat's pretty strong. I could drive you home..." She nodded slowly, trying to keep her teeth from chattering. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and walked with her to his Range Rover. She smiled as he opened the car door for her. She climbed in, pulling his suit jacket tighter around her small frame.

He started up the car and pointed the air vents towards her, turning up the heat. "Where do you live?" he asked, looking over at her. She jumped slightly as he touched her shoulder. "Mimi? Where do you live?" he asked again, watching her relax against his touch.

"Oh, do you have to take me home?" she asked, looking at him. "Oh, that sounded bad. I just don't have heat…" she lied quickly. She really wanted to go to his place and see what it was like. Maybe she could get something out of him.

"We could go back to my place…" he suggested, smiling to himself. "Wait, how old are you? You look young. You must be what, sixteen?" he asked, trying to think if she would file a statutory rape report against him. She laughed slightly. "I'm legal. They wouldn't hire me if I wasn't."

He nodded. "So how old are you?" he asked again. She couldn't be older than twenty.

"You know, it isn't polite to ask a woman her age. Didn't your mother ever tell you that?" she asked jokingly, touching his arm. He rolled his eyes at her. "My mother told me lots of things. I just chose not to listen."

She laughed good naturedly. "I'm eighteen. And how old are you, Mr. Coffin?" she asked as he drove down the street, towards his house. He smirked. "Older than you." He said with a laugh. "I'm twenty-two Ms…?" he trailed off, realizing she never told him her last name.

"Marquez." She supplied as they pulled up at his house. "Damn, your house is huge!" He laughed, going to help her out of the car. "Brr, it's freezing." She murmured, walking with him to the front door.

He smiled, letting her in. "First bedroom to the right." She looked at him oddly, handing him his jacket. "I'll meet you there." He said with a wink, going to hang up his jacket. She smiled, walking down the hall and going into his room, sitting on his bed.

Moments after he walked in they were both on his bed. "You gonna give me a private show?" he asked with a smirk, leaning back as she unbuttoned his shirt. "Maybe…" she purred as she slid the shirt off of his shoulders, tossing it off to the side. "If you're a good boy."

"I can be good when I want…"he murmured as she kissed his chest. "Why don't you let me show you how good I can be?"

She smirked. "Please do."

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A/N: Yeah. That was the first chapter. I wrote it in all he's and she's because I liked it that way. The next chapter will have their names, if I post it. This was before Mimi was HIV positive. Just to let you all know so you don't freak when you imagine what they did. Because I don't write smut. Y'all review for me now!