The Voodoo Bimbo Curse

Jan Jefferson had always been a bit of a tomboy never having developed very feminine features as she grew up. It had bothered her that she was not blessed with a sexy body when the boys had ignored or insulted her calling her a{if Fashion <= 1} prude {endif} for the clothes she wore. The other girls had been even meaner with their taunts about her {if Breast_size <= 1}Small A cup {endif} breasts and {if Ass_size <= 1}flat {endif} ass. But she was blessed with an intelligence that was near genius. Her IQ was{IQ}. She learned to use it to get back at the people around her. Often making them feel dumb as she excelled in college and then rose quickly in the business world.

At 25 she was adept at buying small business that were in trouble on the cheap then selling them off sometimes in small pieces with little regard for the people it might hurt. She was making a very good living and was not troubled about the little people who could not make their businesses thrive. In the economic down turn lots of small businesses could not make it and went under. Their foreclosures and bankruptcies were her bread and butter. Like a vulture she swooped in, picked up the remains and made a nice meal out of them.