Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

The loser

Damien was seated on the last seat of the private jet, looking at the nine girls. The nine beautiful girls - looked like goddesses - all belonged to the BMX group. A group single handedly picked by one of the most influential billionaires of the world. These gorgeous ladies were flying in a sponsored jet to a VVIP location. 

All Damien could do was stare, after all, he was just a helpboy to Alex, their manager. Things he had to do to survive.

This is not an easy job. There are times when you wonder if these rich people have a heart. They treat the people who serve them like dogs - No, no, they treat their pet dogs much better than they treat Damien.

Damien sat down on a chair in the corner, decided to make himself comfortable. It was such a luxury that came once in a lifetime to travel in a private jet. He looked through the window and noticed that there were now flying over an ocean. There was no life at all in view.

Claire, the model with perfect shape who has won several awards, looked in Damien's direction and saw him leaning comfortably, half of his head showing from the seat. She intentionally spilled her drink on the floor.

"Oops!"

That evil bitch! And that was the trouble Damien would get himself into whenever he tried to get comfortable. If he knew, he would had kept a low profile.

"Where is that loser?"

Alex roared.

"Don't tell me that he's really sitting down. What does he think? Going on a vacay?"

Damien rushed off his seat to the drink and began to clean it. Alex kicked him in the ribs,

"Do you really think you'll get paid if you continue slacking off?"

Damien tucked his head instead of apologizing. If he could have his way, he would beat Alex to pulp or hurt him so badly. But those were his wishful thinking.

"Stand by and attend to the needs of these gorgeous ladies. If you slack off again, I'll throw you off the jet..."

Damien stood up and went to lean on one of the arms of the seats. Another few girls are laughing. They are Jada, Evelyn and Tendzel. They belonged to a high-bid dance group exclusive to only the elites.

They had the capital to laugh at him, right? 

Damien felt really stupid and awkward. 

He noticed one person who didn’t say a word. Not even taking notice of their sides. It was Ayisha, the shy young writer who wrote the best selling steamy novels.

As if sensing his gaze, she lifted her eyes from the novel she was reading and glanced at Damien. There seems to be pity in the eyes. They look at each other for a moment. It's as if she's saying, "I'm sorry for you.”

Damien didn't know what to do or feel. He felt cared for, and at the same time it left him groundless!

"Hey, Damien."

A flirtatious voice called his name.

It was Monalisa. She is the best porn star in the world with nice curves.

The first time Damien saw her, the moving images of her porn videos he had watched couldn't help but repeat in his mind.

But not now. 

“My leg is sore from sitting all day long. Come and massage my leg.” 

She said wryly, and removed her costly heels to reveal her no-doubt beautiful legs. 

The popstar twins, Mira and Laurette, started giggling.

"What? Do you have an objection?"

Even though Damien didn't say a thing, Alex was already worked up again. How could someone be so blinded by pussies?!

Alex knelt and started massaging. Few of the ladies made fun of him: Jada, Evelyn and Tendzel.

Damien was massaging the other leg. While he massaged her feet, Monalisa suddenly pushed her left toe into his mouth. Damien gagged and the ladies laughed.

Pissed to the peak, Damien threw her foot down and stood up tall,

"This is bullshit. I can't continue."

"Wait what?"

The pussy guy was about to lunge at him. The ladies bickered.

"Isn't this what you were paid for."

"Does a beggar like you really have a choice?"

"Wait there and repeat those words."

Alex charged at him and Damien began to run to the back.

"I said stop there. Do you have a death wish?"

Damien was now pressing his back to the rear of the vehicle and Alex was advancing.

"You now have guts huh? Do you want to die?"

Alex made to catch him again but lost Damien who escaped to the other side.

"You better not let me --"

Suddenly a loud bang! And the plane shuddered violently, the shuddering followed by a rapid descent.

"What's going on?"

"The plane is falling down!"

The cabin was instantly filled with screams. Damien could see terror in the eyes of the ladies. Damien was no any different. He had no idea what had just happened.

“Get into the cockpit!”  He shouted in the heat of the moment. As far as he could remember, it was the safest place on the plane. 

Alex, the greedy, stupid man, trying to be the first to do so. Damien pulled him hard, stopping him in his tracks. Let the nine ladies be the first to hide in the cab. 

“You dirty little man, let me in!” Alex shouted. 

Before Damien could speak a word, another missile hit the plane.

The huge impact ripped the plane in half. Damien held on to the cockpit door to prevent being swept up in the air current.

“Sa-save me you fucker….!!!”

Damien held on to Alex's arm. In this situation, no matter how much of an asshole the other guy was, saving someone's life was still the most important thing.

But he didn't know how much longer he could hold on to this 400 pound man by pulling him….

Almost got in the cockpit….

At that moment, Alex tried to pry Damien's hand away and get to safety! By stepping on Damien’s body!?

The next second, Alex lost his balance….

“.....Ahhhh!!!!!”

Alex fell off with the other half of the jet. Damien's eyes widened. He almost fell too, but still finally got in the cockpit successfully. 

"Oh shit..."

No time for relaxing. 

"Where's the pilot? I can't find him..."

"Do something please... Damien do something..."

Damien heart crashed in his chest. He was the only hope. He didn't want to die here either, he was still so young!

Suddenly they all began to hear missiles whooshing past the jet. The end of the world?

"What's happening? Is this the end? Will we all die?"

Beauty doesn't count for crying Claire anymore. Damien had somehow found his way to the steering. 

“WHAT DO I DO?"