Mister Socko by Phil Cummings

Mister Socko

The other two were shaking their heads in approval as Celeste lowered her nightdress and sat down next to Mister Socko. He was like some strange little demon in some ancient story, a little roly-poly pill bug of a man with a saturnine face graced with a tiny mustache and dangerous narrow-slitty eyes. His dyed jet-black hair was slicked down onto his head. He couldn’t have been five feet tall but he had a lot of charisma. You could feel this dude’s powerful vibes. The three assistants watched him carefully and tried to anticipate whatever he wanted them to do before he asked.