I fulfilled a £50,000 billionaire's sexual fantasy and never saw him again

Waking up after surgery in 2020 was terrifying.

I was in a foreign country, in a foreign hospital, and the COVID-19 pandemic was approaching. And even though I had the best surgeons at my disposal, I was very bruised and twice my size due to swelling.

But the most terrible realization was that it was all paid for by a mysterious billionaire.

I am an escort and have been working in the sex industry for over 10 years.

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

I typically charge A$1,000 (£500) per hour and feel our session will be no different to any other client-escort relationship. So I accepted.

When I arrived at the apartment, Mr.

When I turned around he said he wanted to book me in for the whole night.

I organized everything.

We went to my favorite restaurant and had a wonderful dinner. Then, when he revealed that he had never been to a brothel before, I took him to a friend's. He came in, paid all the girls their full rate for what was really nothing more than a 10 minute conversation, and we left.

At the end of the night we went back to his hotel where he started asking me what I wanted. It's not uncommon – clients regularly ask me about my goals and aspirations – but nine times out of ten they make promises to the world and then don't keep their promises.

So I threw out my usual list of things I wanted: a ChanelRange Rover bag and I also told him about all the surgeries I would do if I could afford them, like a breast lift and reduction and underarm liposuction.

The whole time he just nodded and smiled. Then he told me about his long-term fantasy: wanting to transform a woman into a galatea.

Galatea is a term derived from Greek mythology and focuses on a statue of a girl who was brought to life after her creator fell in love with her. In the case of Mr.

It was like a dream come true for me, so I didn't hesitate to say yes. “Knock me out!” I exclaimed.

He then paid me the full nightly rate and sent me home early. We didn't even sleep together.

I'll admit that I usually don't believe that my clients can keep their promises unless there's a flight booked or at least deposited into my bank account, and being sent home early strongly suggested that Mr. X might just be another client who would agree. not deliver.

However, the next day he contacted us and said 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 bag – the same one I had told him about the previous evening. Inside was $6,000 (£3,000) in cash.

I was internally screaming with joy – I remember thinking this was my Pretty Woman moment. Outwardly, I remained calm and professional and thanked him for his generosity.

The rest of the evening was apparently about me too.

We went out to dinner with a group of his billionaire co-workers whom he had flown in, but at the table he let them know that I would be responsible for ordering everything. These men said, “Sienna, please order the steak” and “Please order this wine.” It was all so luxurious.

After dinner, he told me that he was tired and would go back to his hotel room soon. Once again we didn't have sex, he sent me home early and still paid me for the whole night!

In fact, throughout my stay with Mr. XI, I was treated like an absolute goddess. He loved the ground I walked on and was just charming.

I was the most important in every situation, from what I wanted to eat, what I wanted to do and what dreams I had that I could fulfill. It was amazing.

Unfortunately, he had to go home soon after, and although we talked about a potential reunion, he had a very busy schedule and worked a lot, so it didn't happen.

However, we still kept in touch: I told him I was planning to have surgery, and he said he still wanted to make me his galatea.

So in 2020, he took me to Thailand (business class, no less), where I was greeted by two of his assistants before surgery.

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

I wasn't sure if they would cut out my organs or if I would wake up looking like a statuesque model!

Understandably, my mother was very upset with me and I became hysterical too.

Eventually though, after calling my best friend who advised me to “imagine a white protective light around me” – I decided to go for it. I know it sounds very woo woo, but honestly, it just eased my anxiety.

I had removal of the fat pad from the cheek, correction of the scar on the back, liposuction of the arms, thighs and chin, as well as breast lifting and reduction. In total, I spent 11 and a half hours in the operating room, and the surgeries were performed five days apart.

Once everything was done, I was put on a morphine drip and doctors visited me every day to check for any bruising or swelling. Other than that, though, I was completely alone – even Mr. X didn't talk to me much.

However, he covered the bill for the five-bedroom penthouse I lived in for three weeks, on top of the $80,000 (£41,000) he had already spent on my surgeries, hospital bills and business class flights.

Apart from one infection for which I needed antibiotics, and the scarring on my breasts – which has mostly disappeared – there were no major problems after the surgery. However, the pandemic started soon after, fortunately after I returned home.

And although Mr.

Generally speaking, I do not contact clients unless they contact me first, but I hope Mr. X knows that I will always be grateful for what he has done for me. He changed my life.

I think for him it was never about anything more than 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 received.

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