I found myself in a foreign hospital, just as the Covid-19 pandemic was looming, swollen to twice my normal size from bruising, despite being under the care of the best surgeons available. However, the most unsettling realisation was that all of it had been paid for by a mysterious billionaire.
I’ve been working in the sex industry for over a decade, and met Mr X four years ago when he contacted me via email to book an hour of my time. I charge $1,000AUD (£500) per hour, so I expected it to be a typical client-escort interaction. Upon arriving at his apartment, he asked me to spin around so he could check out my physique, then decided to extend the booking for the entire night.
We went to dinner at my favourite restaurant, and later, I took him to a brothel as he'd never been to one before. He paid the women there their full rates just for a brief conversation, and then we left. At the end of the night, back at his hotel, he asked me about my aspirations. This happens often with clients, who often promise the world but rarely deliver. So, I rattled off my dream wish list: a Chanel bag, a Range Rover, and surgeries like a breast lift and liposuction.
To my surprise, Mr X listened attentively and revealed his long-held fantasy — turning a woman into his "galatea," referencing a Greek myth where a statue is brought to life. For him, this meant funding all my desired surgeries. I didn’t hesitate to agree, telling him to "knock me out!" He paid my full overnight rate but sent me home early without any physical intimacy.
I didn’t think he would follow through, but the next day he invited me back to his hotel and surprised me with the exact Chanel handbag I had mentioned, filled with $6,000 (£3,000) in cash. It felt like my very own "Pretty Woman" moment. He treated me like royalty that night, even letting me order for his billionaire friends at dinner. Again, we didn’t sleep together, but he paid for the entire night.
Though he soon returned home, we kept in touch, and in 2020 he flew me to Thailand in business class, where I was met by his assistants ahead of my surgeries. It was surreal — I had only met him twice before, yet here I was, about to undergo numerous procedures. Despite my nerves and my mother’s fears, I went through with it, supported by a calming call from my best friend.
Over 11.5 hours of surgery, I had a breast lift and reduction, liposuction, and scar revisions. Recovery was difficult, and I was left alone in a luxurious five-bedroom penthouse that Mr X had paid for. In total, he spent $80,000 (£41,000) on my surgeries, hospital bills, and travel expenses.
Aside from one infection and some minor scarring, everything went smoothly. The pandemic hit shortly after I returned home, and though Mr X and I exchanged a few messages where he complimented my new body, we eventually lost touch. He never reached out again.
I don’t usually contact clients first, but I’ll always be grateful to Mr X. He changed my life, giving me the greatest gift I’ve ever received. For him, it was likely just about fulfilling his fantasy, but for me, it was a dream come true.
Source:
The Metro
