You ask her out.

You look up at the ceiling to think about it over and decide you have nothing to lose.

"Kitty?" you ask.

"Hmm?" She lifts her head up slightly from your arm.

"Does Tom have a rule about the girls going out with their customers?" you whisper, afraid he could hear through the door.

"No," she replies. "Kimmy go out with customer two months ago."

"Okay," you smile at her. "Would you like to go out with me on a date?"

"Yes!" she answers excitedly.

"Great!"

"But are you okay to date prostitute?" she frowns.

"Well, I'm your first client so I don't consider you one," you assure her.

"But after..." she whispers and avoids your eyes.

"I didn't think of that." You would love to spend more time with Kitty to get to know her better but there will be the nagging thought of fat, ugly men having their way with her.

She is silent for a minute to think something out. "I can take week off to go out with you. If dates go well I can leave this job. Okay?"

"Can you find work after that?" you ask.

"Yes," she smiles at your genuine concern. "Waitress or nail saloon. Pay not as good but no ugly, fat men!"

"Do you want to go out for coffee after?"

"Yes!" she giggles and grabs her purse to get another condom. "One more fuck before we go on date?"

"Sure!" you chuckle. Normally the date happens before the sex but who are you to complain?