My story is much like all the others. It was 1995, just turned 18 and my girlfriend broke off our relationship. I wanted to leave Austin and go on an adventure. That's exactly what I did. I came across a job in the paper that provided me a way out of town with promises of great money and travel. I met up with a very nice man at a super nice hotel. That's all it took. My bags were packed and I was traveling with this group of teenagers towards El Paso the very next day. Must have piled 12 of us in each van and I wanna say there were 2 vans with trailers hauling luggage. Arrived in El Paso and checked into a fairly decent hotel. The hotel gave us (agents) an entire floor. So take 25 young adults and set us up at a hotel with lots of booze and was, needless to say, alot of fun. That was my 1st day, Sunday (travel day). The good times ended immediately the next day.              

Now over the next 7 days we drank and partied every night but witnessing the way these 2 bosses/managers behaved made me very nervous and really uncomfortable with my well being.

I do not remember the name of the company or anyone's name but I do remember other important details. There was the main boss. He was a white man, mid 40s. He wore gold watch, rings, necklace, etc. Suits with shirt unbuttoned way too low. Real sleazy guy that came right out of a mafia or casino movie. Drove a Lexus and was married to a young stripper looking woman. I beleive they had a baby. The other manager was a medium built hispanic man, maybe mid 30s. He wasn't as flashy as the lead douchbag but I'm sure he wanted to be. He too was married to a white woman and they may have had a child. I gave that description in hopes someone will see this and maybe let me know what happened to those 2 bad men. Pretty sure it's not good.

I wont go into detail about the lifestyle that these travelers have to endure. I watched these 2 cowards belittle and verbally assault these kids over the next few days and I knew I was not going to stay. The next 3 days I thought about home and sleeping on the floor of this hotel room with 4 other people was not cool. 20 bucks a day and a promise of a huge payoff at the end. I was young but not stupid. I knew that this was a bad situation.

He told me that if anytime I wanted to go home a bus fair would be arranged and off I would go. So on the 8th day I told the hispanic guys wife that I wanted to go home. She seemed disappointed, dropped me off at a local outlet mall where I sat for 5 hours or so waiting for the day to be done. When we got back to the hotel she aparently told her husband because he took me for a little walk upstairs towards his room. The whole time he's smiling and trying to convince me to stay. Saying things like, "Don't give up. Your stronger than this. Don't be weak." My mind was made up and there was nothing that he could say or do to change it. I think he understood this. So he resorted to name calling and called me a pu**y. I was naturally offended and instantly fired back with my own insult. I was completely unaware of what was about to happen. He turned towards me and punched me 3 times. Left hook to my chest, right to my back followed by another left to my eye. He grabbed me and ushered me to his hotel room. His wife is freaking out on him saying, " Not again, not again!" He shifted from angry to apologetic in an instant. Pleading with me to not tell, gave me weed and out of fear, I played along. The whole time he's in panic mode thinking about this. Like I can see his mind working. Working on what, I dont know.

To make a long story short, later that night he and the main boss came to my room and said grab your shit. At 1am, I along with the 2 bosses got into his Lexus and left the hotel. I didn't know if it was going to be a bus station or a shallow grave. His behavior earlier made me think he might have previous assault charges and if I opened my mouth he would get in trouble again. So I played it cool. I thought it was strange that both of them took me away. Nothing was said in the car while we drove through El Paso heading towards Juarez. About 20 minutes later we arrived at the bus station, my ticket was purchased and they drove off. My parents were shocked to see me walk in the front door sporting a black eye with a horrible story to tell.

I lasted 8 days. I couldn't imagine what some of the others had to go through with weeks, months or even the entire year. Years later when someone would knock on my door peddling magazines, I'd looked at them with a whole new perspective and would usually engage in a convo about this secret world.

Thanks for allowing me to share my story. I've told my wife this story on several occasions and she thought it was amazing. We had no idea that I was apart of something so big until she stumbled across your site. All the stories are so eerily close to the one I told her all these years. Thanks.