After some convincing, yes.

"You don't have a lot of choice if you want to keep your good name intact. I have contacts, both in law enforcement and at the Crossfit Games, who would be very interested in knowing you **** your competitors. Beyond a lifetime ban from the games, and probably losing all of your clients at the gym because of it, you could be looking at jail time. So I suggest you get off your hypocritical horse and do as you're told." Some of what he'd said was untrue, but as long as she didn't know that, it didn't matter.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then she finally said, "Fuck you."

He was sure that she was telling him off, and he was about to make good on his promise to expose her when the livestream came up and he could see her, glaring angrily into the camera. The lighting was actually not bad; the picture clear. The system he'd invited her to would automatically record everything and drop a copy on his computer and a backup online, so he didn't have to worry about missing out on anything.

"Good girl. Maybe we can work something out after all. But first things first, show me that beautiful body you've worked so hard on."

She tsk'ed with irritation, but she did turn her body and pose for him, showing off her immaculate physique. It was nice, but not what he'd truly wanted.

"What do you think you're doing? Lose the clothes, Tanya. This isn't a game."

"You know what, you asshole? You can just—" She cut off as an email notification popped up on her laptop. There was a pause as she looked over it. It was a lot of fun to watch the blood drain from her face. The email contained a list of names and email addresses of basically everyone she knew. Friends, family members, her clients, even the bankers who held the mortgage on her gym.

"Take it off. Final Warning. And try to make it good; I'm trying to enjoy the show."

Tanya gritted her teeth and glared at the camera. But sure enough, she lifted her hands to strip off her impossibly tight sports bra, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside somewhere off screen.

"Now the pants."

"I know how it works, God!" She shouted into the walkie talkie.

It was fun to push her buttons. He knew she would gradually become more compliant the more he demonstrated that he was, in fact, in control. She didn't need to be happy about it, as long as she obeyed.

Careful to stay in frame, Tanya stood and stepped back a bit from the computer and removed the last of her clothing. Then she returned to sit right in front of the computer. She put on a tough, angry front, but it was obvious she was deeply uncomfortable being manipulated.

"Good girl."