A young IT billionaire

With how much money was poured into this, your date isn't sparing any expenses. You are fetched from your house by a conga line of limousines. An assistant informs you that your date awates you at a beachside hotel in Florida, to where you will be flown in a private jet. Before the actual meetup you are given a new set of clothes, and doused with a strange frangrance that apparently your date likes.

A very surreal experience, but at 16 thousand dollars a second you'd tolerate much worse. Arriving at a lavish hotel an hour later, you are escorted to the penthouse apartment, where your date awaits. The conglomerade of servants and assistants gradually wanes from around you, and before the hotel room door only a single second-hand remains to let you in.

The suite is massive and well-decorated - as if someone had dragged a luxurious Cali mansion to the South-Eastern coast and heaved it on top of nineteen slightly less-luxurious Cali mansions. And there on the couch sits a man, anxiously waiting for you.

Gerard: "Egads! I did not think it was possible for you to be even hotter in-person than on screen. Krhm. Apologies for my mannerisms: my name is Gerard."

Sophie: "Pleased to meet you."

You really are not. This was one of the few guys who elected to stay anonymous during the video conference. Seeing him now in person, he is really not handsome at all. Obese, unhygienic and with a messy beard that mostly covers his neck, you'd be lying if you said he was your type. Then again, on the hour-long trip here you've already made 60 million dollars, so that's something.

You extend an arm out for a handshake, which Gerard awkwardly accepts. You have to admit that you were nervous in taking up prostitution since you are a virgin, but this guy looks more nervous than you.

Gerard: "Now, my dear. As the first course of action, I require a lock of your hair."

Sophie: "What for?"

Gerard: "For you see-"

He pivots around dramatically and slumps his shoulders in seeming defeat.

Gerard: "...I've long harbored tender dreams of mankind being able to genetically engineer catgirls. Many a young and lustful billionaire has embarked on this mission, only to find the task too formidable."

Then he suddenly turns back around dramatically, lifting a single finger overhead in a victorious pose.

Gerard: "But you, YOU, my lovely Sophie, have unlocked the gates of Heaven themselves! All I require is a lock of hair, and I will be able to hire a team of geneticists to map out the genome of a catgirl."

Sophie: "Alright, here you go."

You pluck a few loose hairs off your head and hand them to Gerard like a boquet of flowers.

Sophie: "Go nuts."

Gerard: "Huzzah! With this lock of hair, my project can finally begin!"

Sophie: "So uh, are we going to have sex?"

Gerard: "Egads, no! Intercourse is far below the threshold of my mental aptitude. I simply needed to ensure that I would be the first to gain access to this. (By the way, you'll waiver the usage of your genetic material to me, right?)"

Sophie: "Sure."

Gerard: "Fantastic! Sign here please. This doesn't grant me exclusive rights to your genome (since you are still using it), it just grants me immunity from being sued after I will eventually begin to roll out clones. You may run off now, I no longer have any need for your services."

You sign the document.

Sophie: "Alright, thanks."

The easiest money that anybody ever made. You spend the rest of your days dating anybody you please, while taking the occasional commissioned date night to pay for a new mansion. Gerard is succesfull in cloning a healthy population of catgirls with reproductive abilities. A new era of human and catgirl coexistance dawns.

ENDING 20 -For Want of a Hair-