Disclaimer None of the characters of RENT belong to me. I suppose
they belong to the estate of Jonathan Larson. NONE of the actors or
actresses belong to me. (Although, I'm sure everyone wishes they owned Rosario Dawson or
Adam Pascal. DAMN, they hot!

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Thank Yous Thanks to everyone who has put up with my constant
obsession with RENT. Especially my Duckie-chan! Jamiegirl, I'm sorry that you
had to listen to my rendition of "Take Me or Leave Me"? 525, 600 times. Oh, sorry.
Travis, my brother, for singing along with the soundtrack. Meesa-chan, for
pulling your hair out and screaming how annoyed you were. Mom -n- Dad for
telling me "Jesus wouldn't approve."? Crystal, what would I do without you...
oh, and thanks for introducing me to "you know who."? Thanks to Rosario Dawson for
bringing the voice of Mimi Marquez to life again. Thanks to all the cast of the
motion picture RENT. Rosario Dawson (Mimi Marquez), Idina Menzel (Maureen
Johnson), Tracie Thoms (Joanne Jefferson), Anthony Rapp (Mark Cohen), Adam Pascal
(Roger Davis), Taye Diggs (Benjamin Coffin III), Jesse L. Martin (Tom
Collins), and especially Wilson Jermaine Heredia for giving Angel Dumott Schunard the
sweet breath of life. Your acting abilities have changed the way I view life,
and how I see myself. Amayasan, for the inspiration you have given me by
telling me I could do anything I put my heart into.

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Warning MA15+ Lime Short Fic Mild Language, Disturbing
Content, Non-Consensual

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Mimi stares at the tall building with apprehension. What would happen
if she went to see Benny? Facing her fears she pulls the door open, and enters
the building. Goose bumps finally begin to disappear from underneath fishnet
stocking. Walking through the chrome-laden hallway, Mimi checks her appearance many
times.

Finally in the confines of Benny's, or rather Benjamin Coffin III's,
office Mimi approaches the secretary's desk. The secretary looks up from her
paperwork. "Miss. I'm sorry, but our boss does not feed homeless
families..." As she looks back down at the computer she mutters, "...or hookers."

"Actually, ma'am, my name is Mimi Marquez. Could you please inform Mr.
Coffin I have some URGENT business to discuss with him?..." As the woman gets
up from her desk, Mimi mutters, "...bitch."

The bitch, I mean, secretary, returns with a thousand watt smile on her
face. "Mr. Coffin will see you now."

The bohemian's heels click as she passes from carpeting to the tile
flooring in Benny's office. She looks around the room anxiously. Too late to
turn back now.

"Benny. I always thought you were an intelligent man. You know damn
well it's not smart to play with somebody's emotions when it comes to where
they'll sleep. You were there once. Don't you remember?" She places her hands
on her hips.

He shuts the door. "Mimi. My love. What exactly is this all about?"

"Don't play stupid Benjamin! How can you threaten to shut a whole
apartment building down? Don't you realize how many eviction notices that is?"
The pair is now facing each other, only inches apart.

He flinches a bit. "Yes, but..."

"And on Christmas Eve no less! Happy birthday Jesus! Not to mention
that you promised Roger and Mark a free year. I thought you had a..." The hand
lands on her cheek suddenly.

"Had a what? Backbone? I do have a fucking backbone. I was being
patient, but that was getting me nowhere. Now, be rational. Who told you this shit
that I promised Roger and Mark a rent-free year? You know you can't trust a
former junkie, and someone in fucking showbiz... Come on, Mims. I thought you
were smarter than that."

"Maureen heard you, too. And, according to Joanne, three people should
be enough testify, and win, a case against you in court. How does that
sound? Huh?"

"That's bull shit! I know Maureen didn't hear that con..." He stops
midword.

"Gotcha. And it's all on tape, too." She slips the mini-recorder out of
her mini-skirt. She presses the stop-button, and turns to leave. A strong
hand grabs her arm.

"Not yet you don't, you insufferable bitch." He locks the office door,
and throws her to the floor. She stands up, and he grabs her arm again. "Do
one of those sexy dances, just for me." she shakes her head, and he slaps her
again. "Slut. I said, 'dance.'"

"Fuck you." She spits in the businessman's face.

He releases his grip a level, and soon he's standing behind her. He
grinds his pelvis into her. "Bitch. I said, 'dance.'" His hands grope her
breasts. "Now I know why I miss you: You put out so well."

His hands drop below her waist, and he puts a hand up her skirt. He
comes around to stand in front of her again, switches hands, and begins
fingering her.

In one quick motion, she stomps on his foot, knees him in the groin,
and knees his forehead. As he's bent over in pain she slams a flower vase
into his head, throwing him to the black abyss of unconsciousness.

She leaves him where he fell, grabs her recorder, and runs quickly from
the building into the cold night air.