Marissa explains her situation a little

"So Marissa, what was it you wanted to do in your porn career?" the man asked, and she noticed for the first time that he had cards on his desk. She surreptitiously peaked at one as she leaned over towards the paperwork, extremely conscious of her nudity.

'Jack Gilby' the card read.

"I, uh, I have this thing..." she began hesitantly, and Jack's eyes narrowed.

"You understand we do STD testing, and any positive results give an automatic suspension until the STD is fully cured, right?"

Marissa's face flamed at the assumption that she was some disease-ridden whore.

"No! I mean, yes, I understand, but that's not what I meant," she said, glaring at him.

Jack shrugged, making a motion with his hand for her to continue.

"I... I have to fuck men!" she blurted.

"Well you've picked a great industry for it," Jack said wryly. "Lots of girls who are nymphomaniacs get into this business and make top dollar at the top of the industry."

Marissa shook her head in frustration, taking a deep breath. "I don't mean I want to. I mean I can't come unless I fuck a guy."

"Well that's not..."

"I'm a lesbian, okay?" she snapped.

Jack reared back a bit from her angry glare, a look full of the fury of her long-denied urges. "Uh, okay... So lesbian films?"

"No dammit, haven't you been listening? I want girls but I need guys to cum. I can't cum until the guy does, and once he does I just want girls. Got it?"

Jack gulped, writing "Very dominant" on the notepad in front of him.

"Got it," he said, smiling weakly. "Fuck guy, guy cums, bring in the girls."

"Right. So, can you help me?"