Wake up strange

Rylee dreams about being a successful bartender, and the tips that she makes. Working in some high class bar, serving the finest and richest people. That dream shortly ended, as it was interrupted by her name being called.

Rylee opened her eyes to see Hannah, towering over her. She quickly realized she was on her knees in front of the couch she has previously fell asleep on.

She couldn't move her arms and found them behind her back, cuffed. She looked up at Hannah, who was smiling deviously back at her.

"Jesus you light weight, I was thinking you'd never wake up." Hannah says as she rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips.

"H-Hannah? What's going on?" Rylee asks nervously as she struggles to move her arms.

"None of that" Hannah barks. Rylee stops moving almost instantly and is frozen, looking back up at Hannah. "I won't have you struggling and would like you to sit there, patiently like a good little girl." She says, softening her tone slightly.

Rylee looks at Hannah confused for a moment. "What's going on Hannah?" She says slightly more stern.

"This what's going on, considering what John told me, and also that slutty thing you call an outfit, you're going to help me tonight."

"H-H-Help you?" Rylee stammered

"Yes, help me. Now, kiss my heels."

"What?! Look I don't know what kind of sick game your playing but-" she is cut off by Hannah's dominant voice.

"What did I say!" She says, simultaneously pointing down at her heels, while raising an eyebrow and widening her eyes.