Yes

Despite the rush of anxiety from the ticking clock, you manage to lead Ophelia back to House Phoenix. You lead her into the common room just past the entry way but, beforeyou can lead her down the hall to your room, she pulls you to another door between two book shelves.

"As Phoenix senior, I'm given this office as a private study area. So we shouldn't be disturbed." She leads you by the hand into the office. You can see the walls are lined with books, trinkets, and other magical devices. A single large desk positioned at the back of the of the room faces the door, a tall black leather chair behind it while two simple cushioned chairs face it.

Ophelia leads you to the desk, her tight ass stressing the fabric of her grey suit skirt. "Please have a seat." She gestures to one of the chairs in front of the desk with a smile. You have a seat as Ophelia stands between you and the desk, her perfect ass resting on its edge. "I'm conducting interviews for a new personal... assistant, shall I say." Her dark lips curling into a sly grin. "As nice of a fit as I think you would be, I need to see that you can make the cut."

Ophelia lifted herself up to sit on the desk in front of you. "You are interested in this position, correct?"

You looked up at the raven haired mistress before you. Her violet eyes hypnotic as they melt your will and the rest of the world away. "Very interested." You spat out before you could even think of what to say.

Ophelia lifted her feet to rest on the arms of your chair. Her skirt riding up her thighs to reveal more of their flawless complexion above her black stockings. As you follow the curves of her legs higher, you come to realize she has no panties. Has she gone all day without them or did she remove them without you noticing?

"Don't be shy." Ophelia giggled. "We don't have a lot of time." You looked up at her and back down to her hairless mound. You leaned in, raising your left hand. "No. No. This is an oral interview. No working with your hands." Ophelia cooed. You lowered your hand and moved your face closer, extending your tongue. First, you gently slid the tip up along her slit, just barely grazing her folds. You could tell she was already moist just beyond and her body shuddered. A second lick, again from bottom up, pressed slightly harder pushing the tip of your tongue just inside her folds to get a small taste of her nectar.

Ophelia leaned back across the surface of her desk, supported by her elbows. Her pussy moving forward to meet your lips and not just your tongue. You took this opportunity to press your tongue past her lips and into her opening. It really was wet in here already. You began to run circles around her entrance with the tip of your tongue as her lips slid around your own. Ophelia's breathing had gotten deeper and faster as she tried to calm her body. You can tell she is ready and only needs a little more encouragement.