October 13th 2024.
Waking up from surgery back in 2020 was a terrifying experience. I was in a foreign country, in a foreign hospital, and the looming threat of the Covid-19 pandemic only added to my fears. Despite having some of the best surgeons at my disposal, I was bruised and swollen, almost unrecognizable. But the scariest realization of all was that everything had been paid for by a mysterious billionaire.
You see, I am an escort and have been working in the sex industry for over a decade. Four years ago, I received an email from a man who called himself Mr. X. He wanted to book me for an hour, which is typically my rate of $1,000AUD. I didn't think much of it and accepted the offer. Little did I know, this would be unlike any other client-escort relationship I had experienced before.
Upon arriving at his apartment, Mr. X asked me to do a 360 turn so he could get a good look at my physique. After I complied, he surprised me by saying that he wanted to book me for the entire night. I was taken aback, but I organized everything as I usually do for an overnight appointment.
It's not uncommon for clients to promise the world and then not deliver, so I was a little hesitant when Mr. X asked me about my goals and aspirations. But to my surprise, he seemed genuine and interested in helping me achieve my dreams. I told him about my desire for a Chanel bag, a Range Rover, and some cosmetic surgeries like a breast lift and liposuction. He simply nodded and smiled, revealing his own long-term fantasy of making a woman into a galatea – a reference to the Greek myth of a statue coming to life.
We didn't even have sex that night, yet he paid me my full overnight rate and sent me home early. I was skeptical at first, thinking he would be like any other client who made empty promises. But the next day, he reached out again and booked me for another appointment.
The second time I met him, he had a surprise for me. He presented me with my dream Chanel handbag and inside was $6,000 in cash. I was overjoyed and couldn't believe my luck. It was like a scene out of Pretty Woman. The rest of the night was all about me, from ordering dinner with his billionaire associates to being treated like a goddess.
Our relationship continued, and eventually, Mr. X revealed that he wanted to make me his galatea by funding all of my surgeries. In 2020, he flew me to Thailand, where I was greeted by his assistants and underwent a series of surgeries. I was scared, but my friend advised me to picture a white light of protection around me, which surprisingly helped ease my anxiety.
The surgeries went smoothly, and Mr. X spared no expense, from the five-bedroom penthouse I stayed in to the $80,000 he spent on my surgeries, hospital bills, and business class flights. There were a few minor complications, but overall, I was happy with the results.
Unfortunately, the pandemic hit soon after, and Mr. X and I lost touch. But I will forever be grateful to him for changing my life and fulfilling my dreams. He may have had his own fantasies, but he spent over $100,000 on me and my body, and for that, I am thankful. This was the best gift I have ever received.
I don't usually reach out to clients, but I hope Mr. X knows how much I appreciate him. He may have been just fulfilling his fantasy, but to me, he will always be the mysterious billionaire who made my dreams come true.
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