I left a job before Christmas one year, and heard about the 'party' from friends there. It was held in January, at the boss's huge house to save money. He tried to get as many of the younger, gullible/desperate women to attend as possible. When they got there they found he had big 'arty' murals of naked women on the walls. He kept mentioning his hot tub loudly, then kicked everyone out at 8:30pm when he got sick of it/realised no-one was going to shag him.