Next morning: Prue's POV

Prue woke up as usual. She went to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. She went out and got the paper and returned to the kitchen. Piper was usually down by now, but Prue shrugged it off. Phoebe was always the last one up, so it was not unusual for her not to be here. Prue poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down to read the paper.

Prue heard someone enter the kitchen and looked up to see Piper. Prue almost spit out her coffee. Piper was wearing a pair of skimpy cut-off shorts and a tight halter top, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her hair was teased up, and she wore more make-up than usual.

"Piper? Damn, what's up?"

"What do you mean?" asked Piper as she went to the coffee pot.

"The way you're dressed!" said Prue. "You're dressed like a teenage...well...."

"Well, what?"

"Well, jailbait....if you were a teen."

"Oh, I just want to be sexy!" said Piper taking a seat. "I'm tired of being so boring and plain."

"Piper, you're beautiful."

"Oh, Prue, you're my sister, you don't count."

"Whatever," said Prue. She took her coffee and went up to her room, wondering what had gotten into her sister. As she passed Phoebe's room, she heard moaning. She rolled her eyes. "Little early to be playing with yourself, sis," she whispered to herself.

Prue showered, put on a pair of black slacks and a white blouse and headed to work.

Not long after she started work, a man knocked on her door.

Prue looked up. The man had hair so dark brown it was almost black. He had blue eyes and high cheek bones. He wore a black silk suit with a red shirt and black tie. "Hello, I'm Nick Ford," he said.

Prue blinked a few times. This was the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes upon. She stood up from her desk. "Um, hi, I'm Prue Halliwell." She felt her cheeks warm and knew she was blushing. She felt silly, like a school girl with a crush, but she walked over to the Mr. Ford instead of waiting for him to come to her. "What can I do for you?"

The man reached out and shook Prue's hand. When she took his hand, it was like an electric current ran from his hand to hers and through her body. She licked her lips. "Prue," he said. "I have something you might be interested in."

Prue thought for a brief moment about how the man called her by her first name without first asking if it was OK. She just stood there with a dopey smile on her face.

Nick reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small gold statuette. It was a naked woman. "This is a very old piece from ancient Persia. I believe it is a goddess of lust or beauty."

Prue looked at the statuette then at Nick. He had a confident smile, and his eyes twinkled. She took the statuette. It was a naked woman who looked remarkably like her. She turned it over and over, looking for some distinguishing marks to help identify the time and place it was crafted.

Nick walked over to her desk and sat on it with one foot on the ground, and one hanging from the desk. "It's a very beautiful women, no? Just like you."

Prue blushed and swallowed hard. "Um, thank you," she said. "Are your um...looking to sell this?" She turned to look at Mr. Ford. He still had the confident smile on his face. She knew she was blushing, and hated it.

"No, I just heard you are a good at this type of thing, but I wasn't told how sexy you are."

"Why thank you," said Prue coyly. She looked down at the floor then back at Nick. "Mr. Ford...."

"Yes?"

Prue was expecting him to say "Call me Nick," but he did not. After all he called her by her frist name.

"I bet you'd look very sexy in a pair of pretty purple panties and matching bra," he said.

Prue's eyes went big. Part of her wanted to say "How dare you!" but a stronger part was flattered. "Um, why...uh, thank you."

"Yep, and a pair of tight leather pants, leather vest, and spike heeled boots."

Prue just stood there like a smitten school girl, blushing. She felt herself becoming more and more attracted to the man, and she started to feel warm and aroused.

"I have more pieces to show you. Give me your address, and I'll pick you up at seven tonight, and you can buy me dinner."

"Um, OK," said Prue meekly. She walked over and took a business card from her desk. She wrote her home address on the back and handed it to Mr. Ford.

"Thank you, Prue," I'll see you later. He took her hand again, causing her to tremble then left.

Prue watched him leave. After he was gone, she slumped back against her desk. "What the hell?" she muttered. This guy was a total chauvinist, but she just acted like a submissive twit. She fanned herself with her hands. She went back to her desk and tried to get her mind off of Mr. Ford by immersing herself in her work, but it was all in vain.

Prue left work an hour early and went shopping. She tried to talk herself out of it, but she ended up buying a pair of lacy purple panties and matching bra. She found a store that specialized in leather wear and bought a pair of leather pants so tight she could barely button them. She also bought a leather vest and spike-heeled boots. Money was no object, and she did not even bother to look at the price tags; she just used her credit card.

At home, she found Piper in the living room.

"What are you doing home?"

"I was sent home early," said Piper in a huff.

"Why?"

"Oh, just because I sucked off a bus boy and fucked a waiter in the store room!"

"What?!" said Prue. "Seriously?"

"Why, you don't think I'm sexy enough?" Piper stood up and walked over to her older sister. "I'm just as sexy as Phoebe if not more so! I can get any guy I want! You got a problem with that?!"

Prue thought about what was in the bags in her hand and just blushed again. "No, I guess not." She went upstairs.

Prue sat on her bed. She could not get the image of Nick Ford out of her head. She kept thinking about how incredibly sexy he was and how she bought all the clothes he suggested as if it was a normal thing to do, but she wanted to be sexy for him. She looked at the clock. It was 5:25. She heard the front door slam. She went downstairs and saw Phoebe looking frustrated and angry.

"What's up?"

"Nothing!" shot back Phoebe.

"Well, I blew a bus boy and got fucked by a waiter today!" Piper bragged to her sister.

Phoebe glared at Piper. "Whatever. I'm going out. I need...."

"Need what?" asked Prue.

"I just need...to get out!" said Phoebe.

"I'll go with you!" said Piper. She and Phoebe left.

Prue went back upstairs. She stripped and put on the new underwear. She looked at herself in a mirror. She did look sexy in purple. She then put up the new leather clothes and boots. She fixed her hair and touched up her make-up.

At seven, a limo pulled up outside. The driver got out and opened the back door.

Prue took a deep breath. She grabbed her purse and locked the door behind her. She walked over to the limo. The driver was tall and muscular and had a blank expression on his face. He did not even look at Prue as she climbed into the back. He closed the door.

"Damn, Prue, you look so sexy!" said Mr. Ford.

"Thanks, Nick," said Prue.

"'Mr. Ford,' until we get to know each other better. OK, Prue?"

"Um, sorry, Mr. Ford," said Prue while part of her was upbraiding herself for being so submissive.