A stranger paid £50,000 to make me into his dream woman then disappeared

Waking up from surgery back in 2020 was terrifying.

I was in a foreign country in a foreign hospital and the Covid-19 pandemic was looming. And despite having the best surgeons at my disposal, I was extremely bruised and double in size from swelling.

But the scariest realisation of all was that everything had been paid for by a mysterious billionaire. 

I’m an escort, and have been working in the sex industry for more than 10 years.

I met Mr X four years ago after he emailed me saying he wanted to book me for an hour.

Typically, I charge $1,000AUD (£500) for an hour and I believed our session would be no different to any other client-escort relationship. So I accepted.

When I arrived at the apartment, Mr X told me to do a 360 turn in front of him so that he could check out my physique.

After I spun around, he said he now wanted to book me for the whole night. 

I organised everything.

We went to my favourite restaurant and had a lovely dinner. Then, after he let slip that he had never been to a brothel before, I took him to one I knew. He walked in, paid all the girls there their full rate for what was genuinely nothing more than a 10 minute conversation and we left. 

At the end of the night we went back to his hotel, where he proceeded to ask me what sorts of things I wanted. This isn’t uncommon – clients regularly ask me about my goals, aspirations – but nine times out of ten they’ll promise the world and then not deliver.

So, I rattled off my usual list of things I dreamed of having: a Chanel bag, a Range Rover and I also told him about all the surgeries I would get done if I could afford them, like a breast lift and reduction, and liposuction under my arms. 

All the while he just nodded along, smiling. That’s when he told me about his long-term fantasy: wanting to make a woman into a galatea.

A galatea is a term that comes from Greek mythology and centres on a statue of a maiden that was brought to life after her maker fell in love with her. In Mr X’s case, that meant he wanted to pay for all my surgeries, thereby fulfilling his fantasy too.

This was like a dream come true for me so I didn’t hesitate to say yes. ‘Knock me out!’ I exclaimed. 

After that he paid my full overnight rate and sent me home early. We didn’t even sleep together.

I’ll admit, I usually don’t believe my clients can deliver on their promises unless there’s a flight booked or at least a deposit in my bank account, and being sent home early definitely suggested that Mr X might just be another client who wouldn’t deliver. 

However, the following day he reached out saying he would like to book me again.

Two hours later I met him at his hotel where he had a surprise for me. From behind his back he revealed my dream Chanel handbag – the same one that I had told him about the night before. And inside was $6,000 (£3,000) in cash. 

Internally I was screaming with joy – I remember thinking that this was my Pretty Woman moment. Externally, I kept calm, professional and thanked him for his generosity.

The rest of the night was seemingly all about me too.

We went out to dinner with a group of his billionaire associates he had flown over, but at the table he let them know that I would be in charge of ordering everything. These men were saying: ‘Sienna please order the steak’ and ‘Please order this wine’. It was all so luxurious. 

After the dinner he told me he was tired and was just going to go back to his hotel room. Once again we didn’t have sex, he sent me home early yet still paid me for the entire night!

In fact, the whole time I was with Mr X I was treated like an absolute goddess. He worshipped the ground I walked on and he was nothing but charming.

I was the priority in every situation from what I wanted to eat, what I wanted to do, and what dreams I had that he could fulfil. It felt amazing.

Sadly, he had to return home not long after this and, though we did chat about potentially seeing each other again, he had a very busy schedule and worked a lot so it wasn’t to be.  

However, we still kept in contact: I would tell him that I was planning my surgeries and he told me he still wanted to make me his galatea. 

So in 2020 he flew me to Thailand (business class, no less) where I was greeted by two of his assistants ahead of the surgeries.

That was probably the first time reality really hit. I’d only met this man twice before the surgery yet here I was, about to go under the knife in a foreign country and with doctors I’d never met before.

I wasn’t sure if I was getting my organs cut out or if I would wake up looking like a statuesque model!

Understandably, my mum was freaking out for me, and I was also in hysterics.

Eventually though, after calling my best friend – who advised me to ‘picture a white light of protection around me’ – I decided to go for it. I know it sounds very woo woo, but honestly that just eased my anxiety. 

I had buccal fat pad removal, a scar revision on my back, liposuction on my arms, thighs and chin, as well as a breast lift and reduction. I was in the theatre for 11 and a half hours total, and my surgeries were spaced five days apart.

After everything was done I was put on a morphine drip and doctors would visit me everyday to check on my bruising and swelling. Other than that though, I was completely alone – not even Mr X spoke to me much.

He did however foot the bill for the five bedroom penthouse I stayed in for three weeks on top of the $80,000 (£41,000) he’d already spent on my surgeries, hospital bills and my business class flights.

Minus one infection that I needed antibiotics for and some scarring on my breast – that has mostly gone now – there weren’t any major issues from the surgery. However the pandemic did start soon after, thankfully after I’d already returned home. 

And although Mr X and I spoke a little bit during the height of the lockdowns – I’d send him pictures of my new body and he said I looked amazing – eventually he stopped reaching out to me and I haven’t seen him again since.

Generally speaking I don’t reach out to clients unless they reach out to me first, but I hope Mr X knows that I will be forever grateful for what he did for me. He changed my life. 

I guess for him it was never about anything more than just fulfilling his fantasy, and who am I to complain? He spent $100,000 (£50,000) on me and my body. I don’t mind, it’s the best gift I’ve ever had.

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