"Sounds like a skill issue" (confession from today)

This conversation happened starting about 12 hours ago on the way to a small gathering which lasted until about 3 hours ago. We all live in one of the biggest porn industry cities on earth, and we're all especially degenerate, so hijinks naturally occur.

My friend is complaining to me about our mutual friend, a famous studio pornstar, not fucking him- despite the fact that he has both a wife and a girlfriend. I frankly don't see how he has either as he's socially... hectic, to say the least. He puts women off with the shit he says and does when he's sober, and it's remarkably much worse when he's not sober, which is frequently. I can tell immediately that they're poorly reacting to the dumb shit he's saying by their immediate changes in body language and tone/word choice, yet he keeps digging in and doubling down and carrying on. His wife, his girlfriend, and other women in our social group are frequently and painfully obviously uncomfortable with the shit he does and says. We even have an unflattering nickname for him directly related to his ability to make all the women in the city dry up at once. Think the opposite of Rain Man.

The only girl in our social group who really does feed off his ridiculousness, and constantly spin him up, ironically, is the one he's complaining about. But I think she's more psychic vampiring him rather than being genuinely interested. And so he's sitting there, complaining to me about giving up on fucking her 'because she's a prude asexual who doesn't fuck unless it's on camera for money.' He's even talked to two of her previous boyfriends who have had the same complaint.

I tell him, "Nah, bro she gets horny just like the rest of us, trust me."

He insists, says she's not fucking him or her boyfriends, to which I say, "Sounds like a skill issue" and give him a knowing smirk.

He begins to object, but I cut him off. "Think about it. She gets naked almost every time you've ever seen her ***including tonight***. She was literally naked when I met her and when I introduced you to her. She dances, flirts, grinds, catcalls and makes raunchy, direct comments to both men and women, even your dumb ass."

To which, all he could say is "well, yeah"

What remained hidden behind the knowing smirk:

She molests me every single time I've ever seen her ***including tonight*** whether we're alone or not. And when I told him previously I know what the cervixes of several pornstars feels like on my cock, she was one of them. The only times we've ever been alone she fucks me, raw. We have never filmed, even one time. She's offered several times, but I don't know whether I would be comfortable being out there like that. I'm comfortable being vulnerable around people I know and trust, or swingers in controlled environments, but not internet strangers.

We went to the gathering and he saw it for himself:

She flashed her tits to and danced, grinded, and fondled every single person there. She draped herself all over me all night when she wasn't molesting someone else or arguing with my friend; she kissed me, got in my lap and dry humped me, grabbed my cock in front of everyone, spread her legs for me to rub her pussy through her panties and rotated her hips to present her pussy more accessibly to my fingers from that angle.

She just doesn't want to fuck him.

I get it. It's an opinion shared by almost every other woman I've seen meet him even briefly.